human
That's the best libretto since _Carmen_, and I know something about libretti.
gpt
Your reading, Mrs. Heath, was bully, simply bully!
human
Say, began Crayford, after a prolonged pause, during which he seemed to be thinking profoundly, pulling incessantly at his beard, and yielding to a strong attack of the tic which sometimes afflicted him--
gpt
Oh, yes, I could, of course. But--but I think he needs the holiday he is taking badly.
human
Been working hard has he, sweating over the music?
gpt
Yes.
human
Young 'uns must sweat if they're to get there. That's all right. Aren't it, Alston?
gpt
Rather!
human
Can't you get him back?
gpt
Well, I might. But--why?
human
Don't he want to see his chum Alston?
gpt
Certainly; he always likes to see Mr. Lake.
human
Well then?
gpt
The only thing is he needs complete rest.
human
And so do I, but d'you think I'm going to take it? Not I! It's the resters get left. You might telegraph that to your husband, and say it comes straight from me.
gpt
We've no room for resters in New York City.
human
I'm sure you haven't. But my husband doesn't happen to belong to New York City.