human
It's fine, Harris, isn't it? he said.
gpt
Now, light up all the burners on both chandeliers. Harris, give a rub to that thistle leaf, will you? It's sort of dull. Harris looked at his swollen thumb.
human
Aw', now, Mr. Blair, he began.
gpt
Did you hear what I said? Blair said, icily--and the leaf was polished! Blair looked at it critically, then laughed and tossed the old man a dollar.
human
There's some sticking-plaster for you. And Harris, look here: those things--the finger-bowls; don't go and get mixed up on 'em, will you? They come last. Harris put his thumb in his mouth;
gpt
I never seen dishes like that, he mumbled doubtfully;
human
It's the fashion, Blair explained;
gpt
Mrs. Richie has them, and I've seen them at swell hotels. Most people don't eat in an office,
human
; to load the table with more food than anybody could eat, and much of it stuff that didn't give the stomach any honest work to do--
gpt
she said, pointing an amused knitting-needle at the olives--was nonsense. But Blair was young; he would get over his foolishness when he got into business. Meantime, let him be foolish!
human
I suppose he thinks he's the grand high cockalorum!
gpt
What in the world is the good of all those flowers? A supper table is a place for food, not fiddle-faddle!
human
There are people, he began, in that voice of restrained irritation which is veiled by sarcastic politeness--