human
Yes, it was perfect; you've given us all a great deal of pleasure, Mrs. Cortlandt,
gpt
And how did you like her?
human
Like her--Miss Benson? Why, I didn't see much of her. I thought she was very intelligent--seemed very much interested when Lieutenant Green was explaining to her what made the drydock dry--but they were all that. Did you say her eyes were gray? I couldn't make out if they were not rather blue after all--large, changeable sort of eyes, long lashes; eyes that look at you seriously and steadily, without the least bit of coquetry or worldliness; eyes expressing simplicity and interest in what you are saying--not in you, but in what you are saying. So few women know how to listen; most women appear to be thinking of themselves and the effect they are producing.
gpt
Ah; I see. And a little 'sadness' in them, wasn't there? Those are the most dangerous eyes. The sort that follow you, that you see in the dark at night after the gas is turned off.
human
I haven't the faculty of seeing things in the dark, Mrs. Cortlandt. Oh, there's the mother! And the shrill voice of Mrs. Benson was heard,
gpt
We was getting uneasy about you. Pa says a storm's coming, and that you'd be as sick as sick.