human
Don't you remember him? she whispered, as he was making the usual author's speech refusing a laurel-wreath.
gpt
He is the clever man we met at the Duffs'.
human
Ah, said I, pretending that it had just occurred to me.
gpt
The fellow with the queer shoes and the three mother-of-pearl studs.
human
Society, said she prettily,
gpt
Genius, said I,
human
Ah, Mr. Mudison, you should look at the brain,
gpt
But the brains should be well served, said I.
human
Why should we always have to have them garnished with hair, with lay-down collars, with awry coats?
gpt
It is true, she answered, after a moment of thought.
human
I should not care to have them around all the time, but occasionally they give variety.