human
I ran into his office last night, after those throat-tablets he gives me, and heard him at the telephone in the private office. Couldn't help hearing him. He was giving the everlasting quietus to somebody, and I thought he'd burn out the transmitter.
gpt
Jim! Red doesn't swear any more. He surely hasn't taken it up again?
human
He didn't do any technical swearing, perhaps, but he might as well. He can put more giant-powder into the English language without actually breaking any commandments than anybody I ever heard. When he came out he had that look of his--you know it of old--so that if I'd been a timid chap I'd have backed out. He gave me my throat-tablets without so much as answering my explanation of how I came to be out of them so soon. Then I got away, I assure you. He had no use for me.
gpt
He's probably all right this morning. Ellen could quiet him down.
human
She didn't get the chance. The light in his old room burned all night,--and you know he's not sleeping there now.
gpt
Well, I'm sorry for her. Martha rose, her brow clouded.
human
But I'd never dare to ask her what the trouble was, and she'll never tell, so there it is.
gpt
It certainly is--right there. Oh, well, he'll get over it, if you give him time. Queer, what a combination of big heart and red head he is.