human
Where are the women?
gpt
Gone to bed?
human
I believe so, replied Gwynne carelessly, as he sat down in the despised rocker and stretched his long legs out to the fire.
gpt
I fancy we are safe to smoke now, Striker. We have the parlor all to ourselves. The ladies have deserted us.
human
Fill up, he said shortly, and then walked over to the bedroom door. He rapped timorously on one of the thick boards.
gpt
Want me fer anything?
human
No. Go to bed when you're ready an' don't ferget to smother that fire.
gpt
Good night, Phineas,
human
Good night,