human
You like him, my dear, don't you?
gpt
Who? Oh, Oliver? No--I mean----
human
How nice that you call him Oliver, commented her mother, in a matter-of-fact voice.
gpt
I like him, too. I think he's a delightful young fellow. So boyish, isn't he?
human
Yes, he's a dear, she said simply,
gpt
At the door she turned.
human
Good-night, Mum darling. Don't worry about your old book. It's sure to come out all right. What did you say the name of it was?
gpt
Why, good gracious, Mum, you spoke as if he were a real man and you hated him! I hope he isn't one of the modern horrors, like that dreadful man in 'Reek.' She ran back to the bed and gave her mother a little stroke and shake.
human
I couldn't dream of allowing you to write horrid modern books about beastly real people,