human
You do hate me, don't you?
gpt
I have no use for the second-rate.
human
And that disposes of me! She leant down and drew Beresford to her until his head was pillowed on her bosom.
gpt
Baby, you're in love with a second-rate woman. So are ever so many people more, I'm afraid. It doesn't speak highly for the first-rate intelligence of men, but then I take men as I find them.
human
Pardon me, you go out to look for them, Mrs. O'Rane,
gpt
It's the same thing.
human
Not for a married woman.
gpt
I don't regard myself as a married woman,
human
I cannot remain out of bed to hear stuff of this kind! I exclaimed.
gpt
Melodrama is only excusable when it is convincing.
human
Don't you be too sure that you won't be convinced! she cried, springing up and facing me. The ermine coat, drooping half off her arms and back, fell to the ground and left her bare-shouldered and with heaving breast. The rose in her hair trembled, and two normally pale cheeks were lit each with a single spot of burning colour. The weakness that underlay the softness of her mouth had vanished, and her eyes, grown angry and hot, had lost their beauty.
gpt
Will you come and see me, I wonder, when I'm living with Peter?
human
I shall not, I answered.
gpt
I may say that this kind of talk----
human
But you wouldn't mind seeing him? she interrupted.
gpt
This is all right in a _man_. David can go off with that woman----
human
Good-night, Mrs. O'Rane,