human
There's going to be a storm, she said.
gpt
Shall we go in?
human
If you like, dear; but the storm won't break yet awhile. Though, he stood looking up at the sky for a moment, his thick white hair moving, she thought, just as the leaves on the trees moved in the spasmodic wind,
gpt
Let's stay here, he suggested.
human
It's cooler on this side of the house, and I don't feel inclined for music to-night.
gpt
Neither do I, she said,
human
That's Moreton and Maud, Griselda explained, without rising.
gpt
They have motored up from Burnham Beeches to see Guy.
human
You ought to go up to them, oughtn't you?
gpt
No; they will be all right, and they'll love hearing the songs, and Paul will tell them we are in the garden.