human
The next dance is mine, Polly.
gpt
Why, I never told you so, at all! exclaimed Polly, annoyed at Tom's tone and manner.
human
How do you know there will be another one?
gpt
If you do not care to dance with me, Polly, say so, and I'll go to the smoking-room and enjoy the companionship of men who appreciate me,
human
Tom, there's where you belong--with men who want to talk about work and money. You are too old to enjoy youthful follies as I do.