human
There! she whispered.
gpt
In the portfolio is the great poem. Look at it.
human
We ought not to look at manuscripts, ought we?
gpt
Not if there is anything written. But there isn't. Of course, I may always turn over any pages, because I cannot read.
human
Isn't it hard work? laughed the girl.
gpt
Poor fellow, isn't it exhaustive work? Let me introduce you. Mr. Cornelius Jagenal, Mr. Ronald Dunquerque. Jack bowed to the sleeping bard.
human
Now you know each other. That is what Mr. Dyson used always to say. Hush! we might wake him up and interrupt--the Work. Come away, and I will show you the Artist.