human
Gracious! I'm going right over there!
gpt
What for? inquired Bischoff anxiously, while Mr. Gray's lips pursed into the form of an unspoken inquiry;
human
None of your business! she answered promptly.
gpt
Here, Leveraux, help me on with my wrappings. You drive home. A friend of mine that I haven't seen for all the last three years is stopping over there, and wants to see me. I may stay all night. If I shouldn't want to, I'll order a carriage and come down in an hour or two.