human
That was delicious, he said.
gpt
Won't you have an ice or something, Miss Murchison? I say, it is sw--stewing hot, isn't it?
human
Yes, do give me an ice, she said.
gpt
Who is that dancing with Lady Conybeare?
human
I don't see them, he said.
gpt
But I expect it's Ted Comber. Kit usually dances with him. They are supposed to be the best dancers in London. Oh yes, I see them. It is Comber.
human
Do you know him?
gpt
Yes, in the sort of way one knows fifty thousand people. We always say 'Hulloa' to each other, and then we've finished, don't you know.
human
You don't like him, apparently.
gpt
I particularly dislike him,
human
Why?
gpt
Don't know. He doesn't do any of the things he ought. He doesn't shoot, or ride, or play games. He stays at country houses, you see, and sits with the women in the drawing-room, or walks with them, and bicycles with them in the afternoon. Not my sort.
human
I quite agree with you, she said.
gpt
I hate men to sit on chairs and look beautiful. He was introduced to me just now, though I did not catch his name, and I felt he knew what my dress was made of, and how it was made, and what it cost.
human
Oh, he knows all that sort of thing, said Toby.
gpt
You should hear him and Kit talking chiffon together. And you dislike that sort of inspection?
human
Intensely. But most women apparently don't.
gpt
No: isn't it funny! So many women don't seem to know a man when they see him. Certainly Comber is very popular with them. But a man ought to be liked by men.