human
I wanted to ask you a question, said the American, as they came out upon the street, and blew out their tapers.
gpt
We live in opposite directions, so I must ask it now. Should you mind, if I wrote an article on your frescoes for a London paper?
human
Mind! exclaimed the artist, with a sudden revulsion of feeling in favour of the journalist.
gpt
I should be delighted--flattered.
human
No, said Griggs, coldly.
gpt
I shall not write as Miss Dalrymple talks. But I shall try and do you justice, and that is a good deal, when one is a serious artist, as you are.