human
When the quiet-colored end of evening smiles, Miles on miles O'er our many-tinkling meadows where the sheep Half asleep, Wander homeward through the twilight, browse and crop As they stop--
gpt
Beautiful! 'Love among the Ruins,' isn't it?
human
Yes--And I, he sighed, tapping himself on the chest,
gpt
I am the Ruins!
human
At least you're a well-preserved ruin, very popular with tourists.... I wonder what makes you feel so particularly ruinous to-night?
gpt
The fact that you're so damnably young,
human
I'm not, really. I'm one of those persons who are born grown-up, you know. Besides, it's a fault that will disappear in time.
gpt
You oughtn't to be here with me, he said abruptly.
human
You ought to be back there, playing with the little boys and girls.
gpt
But if the boys and girls bore me--?
human
Do they? he demanded.
gpt
Those chaps you dance and flirt with--?
human
Perhaps that was to make other people--jealous.
gpt
You darling!
human
he said after a moment,
gpt
Your sister-in-law is needlessly solicitous. I'm not a child like Betty. I know exactly what I am doing.
human
Do you? Do you, I wonder? Joan! Look at me! _Do_ you know what you are doing--to me?