human
God bless my soul! Wilkins said frankly.
gpt
What----
human
Wilkins!
gpt
I--I beg pardon, sir! the faithful one choked.
human
The young lady----
gpt
The young lady, said his master, and his voice had the edge of a razor blade,
human
Very good, sir, Wilkins said; and being one of those rare, model creatures we read about but rarely meet, he straightened up and forced his tone back to the matter-of-fact mumble.
gpt
As to breakfast, sir?
human
Yes, I'm quite human, she said crisply.
gpt
I eat breakfast.
human
For three, Wilkins,