human
Who's that?
gpt
That's Mrs. Henderson.
human
And the other one?
gpt
I don't know her. She knows how to handle the ribbons, though.
human
I seen her at the Casino the other night, before you come, with that tandem-driving count. I don't believe he's any more count than you are.
gpt
Oh, he's all right. He's one of the Spanish legation. This is just the place for counts. I shouldn't wonder, Maria, if you'd like to be a countess. We can afford it--the Countess Jeremiah, eh?
human
Don't be a goose, Mr. Hollowell, bringing her fat hands round in front of her, so that she could see the sparkle of the diamond rings on them.
gpt
She's as pretty as a picture, that girl, but I should think a good wind would blow her away. I shouldn't want to have her drive me round.
human
Jorkins has sailed, said Mr. Hollowell, looking up from his paper.
gpt
The Planet reporter tried to interview him, but he played sick, said he was just going over and right back for a change. I guess it will be long enough before they get a chance at him again.
human
I'm glad he's gone. I hope the papers will mind their own business for a spell.