human
What do you say, Oscar, will you come and try a homely French bourgeois dinner to-morrow evening at an inn I know almost at the water's edge? We could sit out on the little terrace and take our coffee in peace under the broad vine leaves while watching the silver pathway of the moon widen on the waters. We could smile at the miseries of London and its wolfish courts shivering in cold grey mist hundreds of miles away. Does not the prospect tempt you?
gpt
Oh, Frank, he cried,
human
Impossible! don't be absurd, I retorted.
gpt
Do you see those lights yonder?
human
Yes, Frank.
gpt
That's a brougham, I said,