human
Nothing doing?
gpt
Nothing.
human
Ah! well, it's early yet. Hot ain't it? Mind if I get myself a peg?
gpt
What do you make of that? he asked.
human
Came early this morning, no post mark--nothing--just slipped through the box.
gpt
Odd, he muttered,
human
He weighed the flower in his hand and sniffed the envelope critically. It had no scent.
gpt
You have no one, Almont--I mean, there isn't anyone who'd be likely to--Well, you're a young man.
human
Oh, Lord! no, nothing of that kind.
gpt
What does a dog rose suggest to you, Cassis?
human
A silly interruption,
gpt
Yes, yes, but was there not--dear me, it's so long ago I've almost forgotten--was there not some floral Lingua Franca--Ah! the language of flowers.
human
It's printed at the back of dictionaries, he said.
gpt
Here's one! He took out a volume and turned over the pages as he spoke.
human
This is it. Rose--Love. Yellow rose--jealousy. White rose--I am worthy of you. Dog rose--Hope.
gpt
Hope,
human
By God! he cried.
gpt
Barraclough's going to win through.
human
Yes, yes, he said.
gpt
Who? You are speaking for Mr. Van Diest.
human
Indeed! Oh, very well--delightful,
gpt
What's happened?
human
I don't entirely know. But it appears that Van Diest and his amiable colleague Hipps, are shortly paying us a visit--here.
gpt
But Good Lord! exclaimed Cranbourne.
human
That may mean anything.