human
SELLS.
gpt
Heard anything of Renshaw?
human
Not a word, answered his wife, looking up from the last of a batch of letters that had just come in with the weekly post.
gpt
Why--you don't think--?
human
Well, I don't know, he replied.
gpt
I hope there's nothing seriously wrong. How long is it since you wrote?
human
More than a fortnight now.
gpt
Ah, well. I dare say it's all right. Now I think of it, they've had big rains up that end of the country. Big rains mean big floods, and big floods mean all the drifts impassable. The post carts may have been delayed for days.
human
You think that's it?
gpt
Why, yes. At first, I own, I felt a bit of a scare. You see, the poor chap was desperately ill when he wrote--though, to be sure, he must have got over the worst even then--and I've been feeling a little anxious about him of late. Well, he'll come when he can, and bring his friend with him, I hope. It'll liven the girls up, too. Miss Avory must be getting properly tired of having no one to flirt with.