human
There’s Nurse Faulkner! he exclaimed to Albert.
gpt
I must just ask her how Ingpen is. I haven’t heard to-day.
human
But you can’t stop the procession!
gpt
I’ll just slip out!
human
Drive on, he instructed the coachman, and to the outraged Albert:
gpt
I’ll walk down.
human
Good afternoon, nurse.
gpt
Good morning, Mr. Clayhanger. I’m just going out for my morning walk before breakfast,
human
How is Mr. Ingpen to-day? Edwin asked. He could read on the envelope in her hand the words
gpt
The Rev.
human
I think he’s going on pretty well.
gpt
D’you mean he’s getting better?
human
Slowly. He’s taking food more easily. He was undoubtedly better this morning. I haven’t seen him since, of course.
gpt
But the matron seemed to think----
human
Matron always fears the worst, you know,
gpt
Does she?