human
The two sets rarely mingle, Mrs. Avalons. Which is under your especial care?
gpt
Both, I should say from the make-up of your recital, Mrs. Avalons. Society and art both spelled themselves with capital letters, that night.
human
I am sure it is very kind of you to say so, she answered, while her pleasure brought the first sincere note into her voice.
gpt
I tried to have something really good. But about this concert; we are to have a soprano from the Metropolitan Opera House, and possibly a violinist, and we want Mr. Thayer so much. Do you suppose we could get him?
human
It might depend a little upon the state of your finances,
gpt
Oh; but it is for charity, you know.
human
Yes, charity is supposed to be like molasses, sweet and cheap. It isn't very nourishing to a professional man, though.
gpt
But Mr. Thayer is not poor.
human
That doesn't signify that he can give all his time for nothing, Bobby answered rather warmly, considering that the question was utterly impersonal.
gpt
If he sang every day, all winter, for some charity or other, he couldn't begin to get round in ten years. There ought to be a new mission started, a Society for the Protection of Over-begged Artists.
human
But I am only asking him for one charity.
gpt
That's all anybody is supposed to do. The time hasn't come yet when you syndicate the job, though I suppose it is only a matter of time.
human
You are so amusing, Mr. Dane! One never really knows whether you're in earnest or not. How many tickets did you say you would take?
gpt
One and a half, Sally advised, while Bobby stared at Mrs. Lloyd Avalons in speechless disgust.
human
He will go, and take me with him; but newspaper men are always admitted at half-rates.
gpt
And you really think Mr. Thayer will sing for us? Mrs. Lloyd Avalons went on, turning back to Beatrix.
human
It will be an advantage to him, in a way, to have sung under the auspices of our committee.