human
Don't you approve at all of me, Mr. Tapp?
gpt
Ha! Beg pardon! ejaculated the candy manufacturer.
human
Did you think I was watching you?
gpt
I _know_ you were, she rejoined.
human
And your disapproval is marked. Tell me my faults. Of course, I sha'n't like you if you do; but I am curious.
gpt
Huh! I'd like to see what that son of mine sees in you, Miss Grayling,
human
Does he see anything particular in me?
gpt
He's crazy about you,
human
Oh! Is _that_ why you and he disagreed?
gpt
It's going to cost him his home and his patrimony, the candy manufacturer declared fiercely.
human
I won't have it, I tell you! I've other plans for him. He's got to do as I say, or----
gpt
Is _that_ the reef on which you and Lawford have struck? Louise asked gently.
human
If he chooses to address attentions to me he must become self-supporting?
gpt
I'll cut him off without a cent if he marries you!
human
Why, murmured Louise,
gpt
Ha! snarled I. Tapp.
human
How about _you_? Will you marry a poor man--a chap like my son who, if he ever makes twenty dollars a week, will be doing mighty well?
gpt
Oh! This is so--so sudden, Mr. Tapp! murmured Louise, dimpling.
human
You are not seriously asking me to marry your son, are you?
gpt
Asking you to? exploded the excitable Taffy King, with a wild gesture.
human
I forbid it! Forbid it! do you hear?