human
Come here,
gpt
Great heavens! he said.
human
When did you bake that cake?
gpt
Y-yesterday.
human
Why?
gpt
B-because I was going away to New York and would never perhaps see you again unless I was entirely cured. And I meant to leave this for you--so you would know that I had followed you even here--so you would know I had made a plucky try at you--through all these months--
human
You--you corker!
gpt
D-do you really mean it?
human
Mean it! I tell you, Diana, you women put it all over the lords of creation--or any lord ever created! Mean it! You bet I do, sweetness! I'll take back everything I ever said about women. They're _the_ real thing in the world! And the best thing for the world is to let them run it!
gpt
But--dear---- she faltered, lifting her beautiful eyes to him,
human
Let the bally world run itself, Diana. What do we care--you and I?
gpt
No, she said,