human
I arranged to wear a white rose for Mr. Smith to recognize me. We--have never seen each other,
gpt
Yet you say there's nothing interesting in your life!
human
It's true! _This_ thing was--was dreadful. It could happen only to a girl whose life was not interesting.
gpt
Now I understand why you put away the rose--for my sake, in case Mr. Smith should turn up, after all. Will you give it to me? I won't flaunt it in my buttonhole. I'll hide it sacredly, in memory of this evening--and of you. Not that I shall need to be reminded of anything which concerns this night--you especially, and your generosity, your courage. But it may be that the men I spoke of won't find me here. If they don't, the worst of your ordeal is over. It will only be to finish dinner, and let me put you into a taxi. To-morrow you can think that you dreamed the wretch who appealed to you, and be glad that you will never see him again.
human
Mr. Smith. Already it looked refreshed, as she herself felt refreshed, after five years of