human
He is fifty years old, she said.
gpt
It is rather an anomalous age. At fifty a man's taste is almost hypercritical and his attraction to my sex is on the wane. No, the problem isn't so easy.
human
I rather fancied, Nora, that he was attracted by you.
gpt
Well, he isn't, then,
human
He was rather by way of thinking that he was, the other night, but that was simply because he was in a curiously unsettled state and he felt that I was sympathetic.
gpt
You are a very clever woman, Nora, he said, looking across at her.
human
You could make him care for you if you chose.
gpt
Is that to be my sacrifice to the cause? she asked.
human
Am I to give my soul to its wrong keeper, that our party may flourish?
gpt
You don't like Tallente?
human
I like him immensely, she contradicted vigorously.
gpt
If I weren't hopelessly in love with some one else, I could find it perfectly easy to try and make life a different place for him.
human
I have never guessed this about you, Nora,
gpt
You are not observant of small things,
human
Who is the man?
gpt
That I shall not tell you.
human
Do I know him?
gpt
Less, I should say, than any one of your acquaintance.