human
I came to look for one of my brushes. It must have dropped out of my traps here the other day. He goes up to the piano and looks about the floor, while Constance's gaze follows him in every attitude and movement.
gpt
Ah, here it is! I knew it would escape the broom under the landlady's relaxed régime. If you happen to drop anything in this room, Miss Wyatt, you needn't be troubled; you can always find it just where it fell. Miss Wyatt's fan again slips to the floor, and Bartlett again picks it up and restores it to her:
human
A case in point.
gpt
Don't do it for me. It isn't worth while.
human
It doesn't take a great deal of time, and the exercise does me good. Constance faintly smiles, but does not relax her vigilance.
gpt
Isn't that light rather strong for you?
human
It doesn't make any difference.
gpt
If it's disagreeable it makes some difference. Is it disagreeable?
human
The light's strong --Bartlett dashes the curtain down--
gpt
I beg your pardon.