human
Now, Miss Cheffington, said Mr. Bragg,
gpt
I want you to do something to oblige me. Will you?
human
Most gladly, if I can; but I'm afraid it will turn out to be something to oblige _me_, answered May, looking up at him timidly.
gpt
Don't you want some food? I dare say you do.
human
Why, no, Miss Cheffington, I can't say I do; I ate a most uncommon hearty luncheon. I wonder why people always eat so much when there's a funeral going on! Besides, it isn't dinner-time yet, you know.
gpt
Isn't it? I have no idea what o'clock it is. If you told me it was the middle of next week, I don't think I should feel surprised,
human
That's right, said Mr. Bragg.
gpt
You're picking up. Well, now, I was going to say that I noticed in the refreshment-room a cold roast fowl, which didn't look at all nasty; no, really, not at all nasty, insisted Mr. Bragg, with the air of one who is aware that his statement may not unreasonably be received with incredulity.
human
And if you'll let them bring it in here on a tray, and try to eat a bit of it, and drink another cup of tea--no! I promise not to put any brandy in it,--I shall esteem it a favour.
gpt
I was going to ask you--would you mind--I have something to say to you; and if I don't say it soon that woman will be here. She is coming back immediately.
human
Why, as to that, Miss Cheffington, I don't think she is. From what I can make out, she's the kind of person that never can realize to themselves that fifteen minutes, one after the other, end to end, make up a quarter of an hour. She lost a lot of time here talking, and I saw her stop to tell the young woman at the bar over yonder what a hurry she was in. No; I make no doubt but what she'll be back before we start, but not just yet awhile.