human
You know _Thanatopsis_, of course, he would ask, with a rapt and glowing eye--
gpt
Lord Byron's beautiful poem on the philosophy of life? Now that is my idea of what poetry ought to be, Miss Weyland....
human
Will you ever forget, Sharlee, the first time you read the other _Thanatopsis_--the one by William Cullen Bryant? Don't you remember how it looked--with the picture of Bryant--in the old Fifth Reader?
gpt
Who is that fellow? he asked in an undertone.
human
I didn't catch his name.
gpt
He's got a fine face, observed Mr. Miller.
human
I've made quite a study of faces, and I never saw one just like his--so absolutely on one note, if you know what I mean.
gpt
What note is that?
human
Well, it's not always easy to put a name to it, but I'd call it ... _honesty_.--_If_ you know what I mean.
gpt
Oh, don't go, Beverley! protested Sharlee.
human
I've hardly spoken to you.
gpt
Duty calls, said Byrd.
human
I'm going to walk home with Mr. Miller.
gpt
Beverley--don't! You were quite horrid enough while he was here.
human
But you spoiled it all by being so unnecessarily agreeable! It is my business, as your friend and well-wisher, to see that he doesn't carry away too jolly a memory of his visit. Take lunch downtown with me to-morrow, won't you, Mr. Queed--at the Business Men's Club? I want to finish our talk about the Catholic nations, and why they're decadent.