human
That's more than I ever stood from anybody,
gpt
Then you have been neglected in the past,
human
My aunt never went as far as you have.
gpt
She would if she appreciated what you have done. When I think of the way you have deceived that dear old woman it makes me want to be an anarchist. Even now she doesn't understand what you've done. She doesn't know that you deliberately ruined everything; she's too innocent to suspect. All your guests know; all the servants know--everybody knows except your poor aunt. But you've imposed on her, you have deceived her, you have lied to her----
human
Oh, hold on there, please.
gpt
Well, you have! cried Mary.
human
And you've lied to me.
gpt
How?
human
You ask me that! Do I need to remind you? You said you were bringing a friend, an artist. You even lied about his name. And then you had the effrontery to bring into this house a disreputable bruiser----
gpt
Now, wait a minute, commanded Bill.
human
I didn't lie about his name. I told you the truth. His name is exactly as I gave it--Antonio Valentino.
gpt
I don't believe a word of it.
human
Simply because you're ignorant about a lot of things. Probably you don't know that nearly every wop fighter in New York City goes into the ring under an Irish name. It's done for business reasons mostly. This man's name is Valentino; he was born in Italy. But when he fights it's Kid Whaley. And if you don't choose to believe me, write to any sporting editor and he'll tell you.
gpt
It makes no difference what his real name is, you concealed his identity. You deliberately deceived me. Not that _I_ care, she added bitterly.
human
I'm thinking of your aunt and the reputation of her home.
gpt
How could I help it if you misunderstood me? demanded Bill.
human
I said he was an artist, didn't I? Well, he is. He's next to the top in his line, and it won't be long before he takes first place. If you ever saw him fight you'd understand what art is.
gpt
You said he was a sculptor.
human
Well, he is, too, in a way. That may be a bit of artistic license, but he's a sculptor. I've seen him take a man, go to work on him, carve him up and change him so that you couldn't identify him with anything short of finger prints. He's a sculptor of human beings. He works on heads and busts; I said he did, didn't I? And I said he was an impressionist and a realist rolled into one. And he is. A man can do impressionistic work with a pair of six-ounce gloves just as well as he can with a paint brush or a chisel. And you yourself suggested that his work must have strength, and I agreed with you.