human
You smoke, do you not, Mr. Rivers?
gpt
Not here, in your sitting-room.
human
Oh, pray do! It does not annoy me in the least.
gpt
Mother does not mind it, really. Not decent, human kind of tobacco such as gentlemen use. That beast, old Bucher, used to smoke a great pipe that smelt like double-distilled essence of public-house tap-rooms.
human
Well, a cigarette, if I may, said Owen, pulling out his case. Then, drawing the only comfortable easy-chair in the room towards the fireside, he asked,
gpt
Is that where you like to have it?
human
That is your chair,
gpt
Good Heavens! exclaimed Owen, genuinely shocked,
human
You must not spoil me in this fashion,