human
Do you like this sort of thing?
gpt
I don't mind it,
human
Well, I shall be very sorry to leave you, Ann, but I'm glad I'm pulling out of here this evening. Who are all these people?
gpt
That's Ernest Wisden, the playwright, over there, talking to Lora Delane Porter, the feminist writer. That's Clara What's-her-name, the sculptor, with the bobbed hair. Next to her--
human
Where's old Pete? Doesn't he come to these jamborees?
gpt
Poor uncle Peter! If he gets back from the office before these people leave, he will sneak up to his room and stay there till it's safe to come out. The last time I made him come to one of these parties he was pounced on by a woman who talked to him for an hour about the morality of Finance and seemed to think that millionaires were the scum of the earth.
human
He never would stand up for himself. Mr. Chester's gaze hovered about the room, and paused.
gpt
Who's that fellow? I believe I've seen him before somewhere.