human
Where are we going this evening?
gpt
Yes, and for some time to come!
human
Oh, later--later--later!
gpt
You'll soon be paying no more attention to this poor bairn than her mother did before you.
human
Bohême was the surprise that night. It was Ethel's first night at the opera. And looking up at the boxes, at the women she had read about, the gorgeous gowns and the jewels they wore, and watching them laugh and chatter; or looking far above them to the dim tiers of galleries reaching up into the dark; or again with eyes glued on the stage feasting upon Paris, art,
gpt
Bohemia, youth and romance; squeezing her companion's hand and in flashes recollecting dazzling little incidents of the fortnight just gone by--her mind went roving into the future, finding friends and wide rich lives shimmering and sparkling like the sunlight on the sea. As that Italian music rose, all at once she wanted to give herself,
human
To give and give and give him all!
gpt
However! To be very gay!
human
Bohême and Paris. What was Paris really like? The Latin Quarter, the Beaux Arts? What did he do there, how did he live? In what queer and funny old rooms? Did he live alone or with somebody else? Something was clutching now at her breast. (Farrar had sung
gpt
Mimi that night).
human
Don't be silly! she told herself.
gpt
Oh, Joe! she said, and she looked down at the fork in her hand which she was fingering nervously. Then she looked quickly up and smiled.
human
What man did you room with? Any one? He was smiling across the table still.
gpt
You inquisitive woman,
human
No, I lived alone, he replied.
gpt
And I sat at a drafting board--with a sweater on--it used to be cold.
human
Oh, you poor dear!
gpt
And I worked, he continued,
human
Oh, Joe! Ethel's foot pressed his, and they laughed at each other.
gpt
But there must have been, she cried,
human
That's so, he answered solemnly,
gpt
Joe Lanier--
human
First you put the right foot forward, then the left--you moved along.
gpt
Joe! For goodness sakes!
human
Look here. Do you know what I want to do with you?
gpt
No.
human
Take you there--and get rooms in the Quarter--not too far from the Luxembourg--
gpt
Oh, Joe, you perfect darling!
human
Louise. They began excitedly planning ways and means, expenses, his business and when he could get away. He sobered at that, and she cried to herself,
gpt
Now he's thinking of his friend Bill! Oh, what a detestable, tiresome worm!