human
You are a perfect partner,
gpt
Take me in here and get me a sherbet, she commanded, without replying to his protests.
human
That's good, she said, when she had tasted it.
gpt
Now sit down and listen to me. You are making a perfect spectacle of yourself. Don't you know it?
human
I beg your pardon!
gpt
That may be your personal individual right --went on Mrs. Sherwood's low, rich voice evenly. She was not even looking at him, but rather idly toward the open door into the ballroom. Her fan swung from one finger; every line of her body was relaxed. She might have been tossing him ordinary commonplaces from the surface of a detached mind--
human
she explained;
gpt
You are meddling with what is really my own business, madam,
human
Very well. That is true. Stop a moment and think. Are you attending to your business yourself, even decently? Yes, I understand; you are angry with me. If I were a man, you would challenge me to a duel and all that sort of thing. She smiled indifferently.
gpt
Let's take that for granted and get on. Sweep it aside. You are man enough to do it, or I mistake you greatly. Look down into yourself for even one second. Are you playing fair all around? _Aren't you a little ashamed?_