human
I'm sorry, Blatchley, he said, as though bored with the whole affair,
gpt
Of course, of course, my dear fellow. I understand. The feeling does you credit. Don't imagine I'm ungrateful. Not at all.
human
Oh no, I don't,
gpt
Look here, the publisher exclaimed, putting his cigar between protruding lips and drawing a note-book from a no less prominent waistcoat.
human
Why not dine with me one night to show there's no ill-will? I'm sure I owe you some commission! A little dinner somewhere gay, then the Empire or a supper--well, no details!--but what of something like that? Monday?
gpt
Thanks very much, said Geoffrey Alison more warmly. This was the sort of evening he liked, when some one else would pay. Then, suspiciously, in the old tones;
human
So long as you'll swear not to worry me any more about Zoë.
gpt
My dear fellow, he said, patting him again upon the back in a most soothing way,
human
(he waved the hand once more expressively around his little office),