human
Priscilla:  Jorah looked moderately surprised, but then his lips softened into a slight smile, a gentle expression such as one might give to a small child who couldn’t figure out the answer to a question.
gpt
Priscilla:  "You may be my husband, but that does not give you the right to humiliate me with a look like that."
human
Jorah:  "P-pardon me. I just… Until now, you’ve carried yourself like a young sage, always seeing through everything. It surprised me to realize…"
gpt
Priscilla:  "Realize what?"
human
Jorah:  "…that sometimes you do act your age." From Jorah’s perspective, the remark was a substantial gamble in and of itself. He seemed to be privately considering the possibility that he would get his head knocked clean off.
gpt
Jorah:  "You n-needn’t worry. I don’t intend to use you or expose you or any such thing. On that point, I am absolutely sincere."
human
Priscilla:  "Very well." Priscilla said after a moment.
gpt
Priscilla:  "It wouldn’t have mattered what you were planning anyway. For this world bends itself to suit me."
human
Jorah:  Jorah didn’t answer. One might characterize Priscilla’s philosophy as a belief in fate or perhaps destiny. As soon as the words had left her mouth, Jorah’s expression softened once more. Before Priscilla could remark on it, however—
gpt
Butler:  "Forgive me, Master." said the butler, reentering the room with a knock at the door. It was wrong of him to interrupt the master and mistress of the house when they were having a private conversation, and a man of such long service ought to have known better. The reason for his indiscretion was explained by the report he gave them:
human
Butler:  "We have visitors from High Countess Delacroix."
gpt
Jorah:  "The high countess? I haven’t heard anything about that." but then he exclaimed,
human
Jorah:  "Priscilla?!" For his wife was already up and striding out of the room.