human
How is the mistress, Ben?
gpt
Oh, her temper’s keen and trim. Mistress Grant ails naught. I suppose Marston’s lost and won? Well, it had to be, I reckon. Who brought the news to Ripley, think ye?
human
I couldn’t guess, you old fool.
gpt
Oh, may be old—but not so much of a fool, maybe. He’s in yonder, closeted wi’ Lady Ingilby in the parlour. I kenned him at first sight by the lap of his ugly jaw. Come hitherto on the tips of your toes, Master Christopher.