human
I will come back again, presently, said Mrs. Ogilvie.
gpt
By the way, Sib darling, Lord Grayleigh is coming to our bazaar, the bazaar for which you are dressing dolls.
human
Nursie is dressing them, replied Sibyl in a weak voice--the mother did not notice how weak it was, but Lord Grayleigh did.
gpt
It somehow tires me to work. I 'spect I'm not very strong, but I'll be better perhaps to-morrow. Nursie is dressing them, and they are quite beautiful.
human
Well, I'll come back soon; you mustn't tire her, Lord Grayleigh, and you and I have a great deal to talk over when you do come downstairs.
gpt
I must return to town by the next train,
human
Lord Grayleigh has come, she said.
gpt
He is quite devoted to Sibyl; he is sitting with her for a few minutes; the child worships him. Afterward he and I must have a rather business-like conversation.
human
Then we will go, dear Mrs. Ogilvie,
gpt
Thank you, dear friends; I hope you don't think I am sending you away, but it is always my custom to speak plainly. Lord Grayleigh will be our principal patron at the bazaar, and naturally I have much to consult him about. I will drive over to-morrow to see you, Mrs. Le Strange, and we can discuss still further the sort of stall you will have.