human
The officer says I am to share your room, began Sister Teresa in a trembling voice.
gpt
Don't think me rude, please, but I don't want to share your room. I want to be alone, and so do you. Can't you help me?
human
But I don't mind it, and you won't after you get used to it. The voice was poised and well modulated--evidently a woman without nerves--a direct, masterful sort of woman, who looked you straight in the eyes, was without guile, hated a lie and believed in human nature.
gpt
And we ought to get on together, she continued simply, as if it were a matter of course.
human
You are a Sister, and from one of the French institutions--I recognize your dress. I'm a nurse from the London Hospital. The First Officer told me you had the other berth and I was looking for you aboard the Cherbourg tender, but I couldn't see you for the smoke, you were so far below me. We'll get on together, never fear. Which bed will you have--this one or the one curtained off?
gpt
Oh, do you take the one curtained off, she answered in a hopeless tone, as if further resistance was useless.
human
The sofa is easier perhaps for me, for I always undress in the dark.
gpt
No, turn on the light. It won't wake me--I'm used to sleeping anywhere--sometimes bolt upright in my chair with my hand on my patient.
human
But it is one of the rules of our order to dress and undress in the dark, the Sister pleaded;
gpt
All right--just as you say, rejoined Miss Jennings cheerily.
human
My only desire was to make you comfortable.