human
For once in your life, Oliver Potter, he muttered to himself,
gpt
Who is this person? again asked Mr. Carrington.
human
Surely you have not engaged a fresh servant? It isn't the doctor, is it? Laurence, I don't like new faces. Ask that gentleman what he is doing here.
gpt
This, said Laurence, seeing fit to disguise the real truth,
human
It's very sore and weak, my boy. That's a good lad, go and show your friend out, and thank him for his kindness. Then return to me for a little talk. Mrs. Featherston, please stay until Mr. Laurence returns.
gpt
Now, sir, said young Carrington, when, with the detective, he had left the sick-room,
human
I am, and I sincerely regret it, Mr. Laurence, replied the man from Burton's.
gpt
It's not often that I err. When I do I feel it--feel it, sir, deeply. I am obliged to you for your kindness in withholding the truth from your father. I shouldn't like Squire Carrington to think me incompetent, though for that matter----
human
We won't refer to the subject any further, Mr. Potter. I will now draw you a cheque and wish you a very good day, regretting that your valuable services are no longer required.
gpt
Glad to have made your acquaintance, sir, he said, as he stood on the doorstep.
human
I suppose I may use your name as a reference? Perhaps you may require my assistance another time. Here is my card. If you should ever want me again that address will always find me. By the way, I'm of a forgiving nature, and always like to help young amateur investigators--give them encouragement, you know. Well, I've left a clue to the mystery behind in a cardboard box in the cupboard of the Squire's room. Don't thank me--anything to help a young friend. Fine day, isn't it?