human
Tell us about it, Dora?
gpt
It was over at The Towers. I was telling the story to Uncle John. His blood is red, yet,
human
Uncle John! echoed Fritzie, at fault.
gpt
Did Uncle John object?
human
Oh, no, you misunderstand. It wasn’t Uncle John. Every one but Kimberly laughed.
gpt
I was telling Uncle John the story, and his nurse--your protégé, what’s his name? I never can remember--Lazarus? the queer little Italian,
human
Brother Francis,
gpt
He’s not so awfully little,
human
Well, he was in the room, continued Dora,
gpt
Furious, Dora? Why, how funny!
human
He turned on me like a thunder-cloud. Poor Uncle John was still laughing--he laughs on one side of his face since his stroke, and looks so fiendish, you know--when Lazarus began to glower at me. He was really insulting in his manner. ’Oh, I didn’t know you were here,’ I said to hush him up. ’What difference should that make?’ he asked, and his eyes were flashing, I can tell you.
gpt
But what did he say?
human
George, you look sleepy, Lottie Nelson complained, looking at Doane.
gpt
You need something to wake you up. Suppose we adjourn to the dining-room?
human
I will go upstairs,
gpt
Don’t stay all night, she returned peremptorily.
human
And come have something before you go up.
gpt
Perhaps when I come down.
human
You must meet her, declared Fritzie at length,
gpt
Then she looked at him suddenly:
human
I declare, I don’t believe you’ve heard a word of what I’ve been saying.
gpt
I’m afraid not, Fritzie, but no matter, listen to what I say. Don’t go in there and drink with that bunch.
human
I won’t.
gpt
Whiskey makes a fool of you.
human
Now don’t scold.