human
Oh, Charmian! she said, turning quickly, with the cloak over one of her broad shoulders.
gpt
I heard from Claude Heath to-day.
human
Did you?
gpt
Yes. He can't come. His mother's got a cold and he doesn't like to leave her, or something. And he's working very hard on a composition that nobody is ever to hear. And--I forget what else. But there were four sides of excuses.
human
Poor boy! He hasn't much savoir-faire. Good-night! I'll let you know when we start.
gpt
Come, Ferdinand! No, you get in first. I hate being passed and trodden on when once I'm in, and I take up so much room.
human
If only Rades had not sung _Petite Fille de Tombouctou_!