human
Won't you join us?
gpt
They are not my people, he said shortly, then retreating, begged,
human
John, when are you going to cut that sort out?
gpt
You make me weary! the boy snapped.
human
It's easy enough for you to talk when you've got all the money--that gives you an excuse to read me moral homilies every time I ask you for a dollar, but Miss La Rue is as good as any of your friends any day.
gpt
What is it you want? he demanded directly:
human
Money? If so, how much?
gpt
A hundred will do, the younger man said eagerly.
human
I lost a little on cards lately, and have to borrow. To-night I met the girl----
gpt
Now, he said gravely,
human
Cut me off?
gpt
Just that, he said.
human
You've reached the limit.
gpt
You--you-- he stuttered,