human
Then what, in heaven's name, is it? she demanded.
gpt
My friends are all treating me as if I had the smallpox.
human
Cheerful lot of friends we've made in this town!
gpt
What is the matter with them?
human
The matter is they've taken me for a fool they could order around to suit themselves. They found they couldn't. Now they're through with me, even Cal Bennett,
gpt
Is the trouble anything to do with this Cora case?
human
Of course! he replied crossly, exasperated at the nagging necessity of arousing himself to explanations.
gpt
There's no use arguing about it. I'm going to see it through in spite of that hound McDougall and his whole pack of curs!
human
But why have you turned so against your friends? she asked more gently, struck by his careworn look as he sprawled in the easy chair under the lamp.
gpt
I don't see! You'll get yourself disliked!