human
Uncle Jasper, I want you. Where are you going?
gpt
Hoity-toity, said the old gentleman, turning round in some surprise, and even dismay when he caught sight of her face.
human
I am going to the club, child. What next. I sent Hinton up to you. What more do you want?
gpt
I want you. I have a story to tell you and a question to ask you. You must come back.
human
Lottie, I said I would have nothing to do with those books of yours, and I won't. I hate novels, and I hate novelists. Forgive me, child. I don't hate you; but if your father and John Hinton between them mean to spoil a fine woman by encouraging her to become that monster of nature, a blue-stocking, I won't help them, and that's flat. There now. Let me go.
gpt
It is no fiction I want to ask you, Uncle Jasper. It is a true tale, one I have just heard. It concerns me and you and my father. It has pained me very much, but I believe it can be cleared up. I would rather ask you than my father about it, at least at first; but either of you can answer what I want to know; so if you will not listen to me I can speak to my father after dinner.