human
What are you smirking about _now_?
gpt
She was _such_ a pretty girl,
human
Did you sit in the hammock with her?
gpt
No, I didn't. I'm not sure it was a hammock. I don't know what it was. She remained in sight only a moment.
human
Didn't you speak to her?
gpt
No. . . . We just looked. She looked at me; I gazed at her. She was so unusually pretty, Curtis; and her grave, grey eyes seemed to meet mine and melt deep into me. Somehow----
human
In plainer terms, suggested Langdon,
gpt
That's a peculiarly coarse observation.
human
Then tell it your own way.
gpt
I will. The sunlight fell softly upon the trees of the ancient wood----
human
Woodn't that bark you! shouted Langdon, furious.
gpt
Go on with the dolly dialogue or I'll punch your head, you third-rate best seller!
human
But there was no dialogue, Curt. It began and ended in a duet of silence,
gpt
Didn't you say anything? Didn't you try to make a date? Aren't you going to see her again?
human
I don't know. I am not sure what sweet occult telepathy might have passed between us, Curtis. . . . Somehow I believe that all is not yet ended. . . . . Pass the pork! . . . I like to think that somehow, some day, somewhere----
gpt
Stop that! You're ending it the way women end short stories in the thirty-five-centers. What I want to know is, why you think that your encounter with this girl has anything to do with our finding Reginald Willett.
human
Curt, he said,
gpt
I'm not selfish. I'm perfectly willing to share glory with you. You know that, don't you?
human
Sure, muttered Langdon.
gpt
You're a bum cook, but otherwise moral enough.
human
Everybody who is searching for Willett, he said,
gpt
We did. It was a sad scene--his distracted old father----
human
H'm! Did you see his distracted old father, Curt?
gpt
I? No, of course not. Like everybody else, I respected the grief of that aged and stricken gentleman----
human
Hey? Why, you yellow dingo----