human
The story is as clear as noonday, she continued, in the same undertone.
gpt
You come home every night between nine and ten. Why? Because she is an actress, playing in the first piece only; and of course the theatre loses its attraction for you the moment she has left. Now, my dear Vin, that is not the kind of thing for you at all! You’d better stop it—even although you have experienced the wild joy of being introduced to her. What do you know about her? You have been investing her with all the charming qualities of her stage heroines; you haven’t learnt yet that she is a little slatternly in her dress, that her tastes in eating and drinking are rather coarse, that her tastes in literature and art aren’t any—worse still, that she is already provided with a husband, a lounger about Strand public-houses, only too ready to accept your patronage and the price of a glass of gin—
human
Oh, you’re all wrong, aunt! he said, cheerfully.
gpt
I haven’t been inside a theatre for six months!
human
You haven’t? she said, glancing at him with a kind of amused suspicion.
gpt
You are really playing the good boy with Parliamentary reports and blue books? A very admirable diligence. Other young men would be strolling in the Park, in this hot weather. And then all of a sudden she asked:
human
What subject were you studying to-day, Vin?
gpt
Thompson’s Distribution of Wealth,
human
Oh. What does he say?
gpt
You don’t want to know, aunt!
human
Yes, I do: I’m used to hearing all sorts of theories at this table—though I seldom see them put in practice.