human
Mix me something mild, will you, please, Mr. Kimberly?
gpt
Oh, Robert! She leaned backward in her chair and spoke softly over her fan.
human
Mix me something mild, too, won’t you?
gpt
What do you mean, Lottie? ’Mix you something mild!’ You were drinking raw whiskey at dinner to-night. Can you never understand that all women haven’t the palates of ostriches? He pushed a glass toward Alice.
human
I don’t know how it will taste.
gpt
Now I have made trouble,
human
No, answered Kimberly imperturbably,
gpt
Mrs. Nelson made trouble for herself. I’m sorry to be rude, but she seems lately to enjoy baiting me.