human
I did not know that your mail came to the club,
gpt
It doesn't. Only rarely a letter drifts this way.
human
Well, go on and read it; don't let me keep you from it. Some charmer, I'll wager. Here I pour all my adventures into your ear, and I on my side never so much as get a hint of yours. Go on, read it.
gpt
Adventures, fiddlesticks! The letter can wait. It is probably a bill.
human
A bill in a fashionable envelope like that?
gpt
When does Kitty sail?
human
A week from this Saturday, February second. What the deuce did you bring up that for? I've been trying to forget it.
gpt
Where do they land?
human
Naples. They open in Rome the first week in March. All the arrangements and bookings seem to be complete. This is mighty good Burgundy, Jack. I don't see where you pick it up. After coffee Merrihew pushed back his chair.
gpt
I'll reserve a table in the billiard-room while you read your letter.
human
I'll be with you shortly,
gpt
Will the lady who sang from _Madame Angot_ communicate with gentleman who leaned out of the window? J.H. Burgomaster Club. There was neither a formal beginning nor a formal ending; only four crisp lines. But these implied one thing, and distinctly: the writer had no desire for further communication