human
Where have those pictures been, Jack?
gpt
Oh, out in one of those God's-free-air towns where they are studying high art and microbes and Browning--one of those towns where you can find a woman's club on every corner and not a drop of anything to drink outside of a drug-store. Why aren't you a millionnaire, Sam, with a gallery one hundred by fifty opening into your conservatory, and its centre panels filled with the works of that distinguished impressionist, John Somerset Waldo, R.A.?
human
I shall be a millionnaire before you get to be R.A., answered Sam, with some emphasis,
gpt
Samuel Ruggles! cried Jack, striking a theatrical attitude,
human
--and he turned his back, felt in his pocket, and counted out some bills and change--
gpt
Yes, Sam --here his dramatic manner changed--
human
--with another wave of the hand--
gpt
Old John