human
I don't see why you should get the fidgets about it, Mrs. Weymore, Miss Everard remarked, with her great, bright eyes suspiciously keen;
gpt
My dear, I beg your pardon. I--it seems strange, Oh, May! with a sudden, sharp cry, losing self-control,
human
Why, Mr. Guy Legard, artist, answered May, composedly, the bright eyes still on the alert;
gpt
Vyking!
human
Well, upon my word, Miss Everard said, addressing empty space,
gpt
The veiled lady? What lady? May, tell me all you know of Mr. Vyking.
human
Not Vyking now--Legard,
gpt
And I'm very sure it isn't chance at all, concluded May Everard, transfixing the governess with an unwinking stare;
human
May, if you care for me, if you have any pity, don't speak of this. I _do_ know--but I must have time. My head is in a whirl. Wait, wait, and don't tell Mr. Legard.
gpt
I won't, said May;