human
This, I take it, is the novelistic imagination of which we hear so much.
gpt
Haycocks
human
Bess Knighthood.
gpt
Haycocks,
human
Bess Knighthood,
gpt
That's true. They were perfect brutes, weren't they? Poor old Mum! I suppose she's a little jealous. I _loved_ it myself!
human
It's going to be dramatised. Did I tell you, Grisel? Wick lighted a cigarette as he spoke.
gpt
It'll make a splendid play. I never heard of the author before, did you? E. R. East. Man or woman?
human
Oh, woman, of course. No, I don't think I ever heard of her before. What a wonderful thing, Grisel added,
gpt
Just for writing a story. Wick grinned.
human
Philistine!
gpt
Sunlight and Shadow
human
One Maid's Word
gpt
Poor mother. I mustn't forget to tell her when I write that Mr. Payne wrote a very nice letter about her new book. It's coming out in a few days. I do hope it'll be a success, poor darling. You know, it's a dreadful thing, John, but I can't get through a book of mother's nowadays.
human
Can't you, my dear?
gpt
No. They _are_ about such dull people. I wish I liked them, because she must know I don't.
human
Oh, she's used to that, he answered.
gpt
Paul is remarkably frank about it. But go on; finish the letter.