human
Well! You are a Crichton at any rate, she said at last. Having given vent to this ambiguous remark, she waved her glasses, as if to sweep away the rest of the company, and continued:
gpt
I wish to speak to you alone.
human
So this was Anita Wilmersley's grandmother. What an old tartar!
gpt
It is almost time for the funeral to start,
human
I know, she snapped,
gpt
Certainly.
human
Of course.
gpt
We will wait in the hall.