human
Mr. Blythe! I cried, striving to subdue my enthusiasm.
gpt
The eyes of the scientific world are now open upon this house! The searchlight of Fame is about to be turned upon you--
human
I prefer privacy, he interrupted.
gpt
That's why I came here. I'll be obliged if you'll turn off that searchlight.
human
But, my dear Mr. Blythe--
gpt
I want to be let alone, he repeated irritably.
human
I came out here to paint and to enjoy privately my own paintings.
gpt
Your work, said I, politely,
human
Is what! he snapped.
gpt
It is entirely, so to speak, _per se_--by itself--
human
What the devil do you mean by that?