human
Macdonald, eh? The unfortunate lover whom the father will not countenance. H'm. Wonder what he was doing here at this time of night? Rather nervous, I should say, at our encounter. And why the dickens--if anything's happened--didn't he know something about it? It's a good twenty minutes since she signalled to me, and if he's just come from the house----
gpt
Gad! surely _he_ hasn't---- Well! I ought to have detained him and brought him back on some pretext--if anything really _has_ happened to cause her to want me at this hour of the night.... Well, I'll nip along and find out. And if anything's really wrong, I shan't forget _that_ gentleman in a hurry.