human
And then let's dance! cried Elizabeth--Blair disappeared. Out in the hall, standing with clenched hands in the dim light, he said to himself he wished they would all clear out!
gpt
I am sick of the whole darned business; I wish they'd clear out!
human
What are you doing? Come right back to the parlor!
gpt
Oh, Elizabeth!
human
Blair! What _is_ the matter?
gpt
It was disgusting, the whole thing.
human
What was disgusting?
gpt
That awful dinner--
human
Awful? You are perfectly crazy! It was lovely! What are you talking about? In her dismayed defense of her first social function, she put her hands on his arm and shook it.
gpt
Why! It is the first dinner I ever went to in all my life; and look: six-button gloves! What do you think of that? Uncle told Cherry-pie I could have whatever was proper, and I got these lovely gloves. They are awfully fashionable! She pulled one glove up, not only to get its utmost length, but also to cover that scar which her fierce little teeth had made so long ago.
human
Oh, Blair, it really was a perfectly _beautiful_ dinner,
gpt
Oh, Elizabeth, he said, panting,
human
It was simply lovely! she declared. In her excitement she did not notice that new word. Blair trembled; he could not speak.
gpt
Come right straight back! Elizabeth said;
human
Elizabeth, Blair whispered,
gpt
I--I love you.
human
Oh!