human
Well, said his host, as half the lights suddenly went out, obedient to a grandmaternal law of his adopted and free fatherland,
gpt
I think we must toast the lady to whom we owe this very pleasant evening! He raised his glass, (they had worked back through brandy to champagne), and cried, mock-heroically:
human
To the unknown Zoë.
gpt
My word, yes, answered Geoffrey Alison with a fat laugh,
human
I'll drink that!
gpt
I dare say, my boy! he laughed cheerily.
human
I dare say you will. I've my suspicions about you and Zoë.
gpt
No, no, warmly retorted the other. He was so genial as to be nearly truculent.
human
I won't let you say that. He was not quite so sure now about Blatchley.
gpt
That's not right. She's a dam nice girl is Zoë, and she's as innocent as anybody makes 'em. I'm very fond of her, I tell you, and she's fond of me too. He pulled himself together in a very doggy way.
human
But that's all there is. I won't have you having suspicions. She doesn't know what all that means. I won't let you say that, Blatchley. She never thinks of anybody but her husband, damn him!
gpt
I see,
human
You're a clever swine, Blatchley,
gpt
You thought I was tight! You thought I should give Zoë away. You want to know who she is, don't you? But not much! I'm less of an ass than you think, old man! Yes, that was it, he added in a sudden mood of contemplative depression;
human
Take more than that to make _you_ tight,