human
Oh, Robert, Lottie called to Kimberly as Alice appeared in the doorway,
gpt
I am out of practice, Lottie,
human
Give me some plain whiskey then.
gpt
You have that at your hand,
human
How rude, Robert, retorted Lottie, with assumed impatience. She glanced loftily around.
gpt
Walter, she exclaimed, looking across the table at Alice’s husband and taking Alice’s breath away with the appeal,
human
Certainly, Mrs. Nelson.
gpt
No, stop; mix me a cocktail.
human
Is your husband an expert, Mrs. MacBirney?
gpt
Not to my knowledge, answered Alice frankly.
human
I hope, she added, with a touch of asperity as her husband stepped to a sideboard,
gpt
It is disgusting the way my friends are behaving, complained Lottie turning to Lambert.
human
This is my birthday----
gpt
Your birthday!
human
That is why you are all here. And whoever refuses now to drink my health I cast off forever.
gpt
Is this a regular birthday or are you springing an extra on us?
human
Go on, MacBirney, with your mixture, exclaimed Lambert,
gpt
I’ll serve at the table. You are going to join us, of course, Mrs. MacBirney?
human
It must be something very light for me.
gpt
Try whiskey, Mrs. MacBirney, suggested Dora Morgan benevolently,
human
That will not hurt you,