human
You are the dearest child on earth, Nora, he said.
gpt
I find myself wishing from the bottom of my heart that it were possible that you could be--something nearer and dearer to me.
human
Go and sit down and don't be absurd, she enjoined.
gpt
Try and forget everything else except that you are going to eat an oyster stew. That is really the way to take life, isn't it--in cycles--and it doesn't matter then whether one's happy times are bounded by the coming night or the coming years. For five minutes, then, a paradise--of oyster stew.
human
It is distinctly the best oyster stew I have ever tasted in my life,
gpt
It is very good indeed, she assented.
human
Now your turn comes. Go to the sideboard and bring me something. Remember that I am hungry and don't forget the salad. And tell me, incidentally, whether you have heard anything of a rumour going around about Andrew Tallente?
gpt
A rumour? he repeated.
human
No, I have heard nothing. What sort of a rumour?
gpt
A vague but rather persistent one, she replied.
human
They say that it is in the power of certain people--to drive him out of political life at any moment.
gpt
These canards are very absurd, Nora, he declared.
human
The politician is the natural quarry of the blackmailer, but I should think no man of my acquaintance has lived a more blameless life than Andrew Tallente.
gpt
I will tell you in what form the story came to me, she said.
human
It was from a journalist on the staff of one of our great London dailies. The rumour was that they had been indirectly approached to know if they would pay a large sum for a story, perfectly printable, but which would drive Tallente out of political life.
gpt
Do you know the name of the newspaper?
human
I was told, Nora answered,