human
I was horribly worried at dinner, whispered Gaetà to me, the light of the fireworks playing rosily over her face.
gpt
Those two--you know of whom I speak--weren't a bit nice to each other. It was Paolo who began it, of course, saying little, hateful things that sounded smooth, but had a second meaning; and Signor Boy is not stupid. He did not miss the bad intention, oh, not he, and he said other little things back again, much sharper and wittier than Paolo, who was furious, and gnawed his lip. It was most exciting.
human
Did you try to pour oil on the troubled waters?
gpt
I was very pleasant to them both, if that is what you mean, first to one and then to the other. After dinner, I gave Signor Boy a rose, and Paolo a gardenia.
human
How charming of you, I commented drily.
gpt
If that didn't smooth matters, what could?