human
You mean you haven't got a red cent to your name, Miss Darcy? Gee! muttered Archie.
gpt
What was the old chap thinking of? Oil stocks! Might as well have put the money on the races.
human
Better, because then we could have seen it run, sighed Joan.
gpt
However, it's gone, and now I've got to get busy!
human
It's no place for a lady,
gpt
Newspaper work might do, he admitted.
human
A society reporter with the pull you've got ought to be worth some money.
gpt
A society reporter!--You mean I'd have to go to my friends' houses and publish what happens there? Oh, Archie, I'm afraid I couldn't do that.
human
Why not? he said innocently.
gpt
They like it.
human
I'm willing to report _anything_ except society.
gpt
Murders? Police courts?
human
Yes, if I must.
gpt
Well, I guess not!
human
But, Archie, you veto everything I suggest! Really, you're not very helpful. Don't you understand that I've _got_ to earn my living, right at once? I'm unskilled labor. Beggars can't be choosers. You'd suppose nothing was good enough for me!
gpt
And it isn't!... Gosh! he said miserably--(she saw that his big hands were shaking)--
human
The idea makes me right down sick! A little delicate thing like you, out in the scramble with the rest of us--! I know what it is, you see. Bad enough for a fellow, sometimes. I know the things a working girl has to do and stand for. Honest to God, I'd rather see you married!