human
What do you want of me? she rejoined in a cold voice—and then:
gpt
Why do you come here?
human
A man comes to see his wife, and she doesn’t offer him the tips of her beautiful fingers! ’Pon my word, Lil, you look splendid when you stand like that—and since you press me, I will take a whisky-and-soda and a cigar just for luck.
gpt
Why do you come to me? Was it not understood that you should not come; was not that part of the bargain?
human
Bargain be d——d! I’m in a hole—nine thousand four hundred pounds with Bothand and Co.—you remember them? I bought your emeralds there. Well, they talk of fraud and all that sort of stuff. I’ll have to pay them, Lil—it’s jail if I don’t.