human
Come outside for a bit, messmate. I wants to speak to 'ee.
gpt
You'll excuse me, sir, he said, when a few yards away from the door;
human
Are you sure of this, friend?
gpt
Ay, as sure as I am that my name's Jack Molloy.
human
But you've been shamming drunk all this time. How am I to know that you are not shamming friendship now?
gpt
No, young man, returned the seaman with blinking solemnity.
human
I'm not shammin' drunk. I on'y wish I was, for I'm three sheets in the wind at this minute, an' I've a splittin' headache due i' the mornin'. The way as you've got to find out whether I'm fair an' above-board is to look me straight in the face an' don't wink. If that don't settle the question, p'r'aps it'll convince you w'en I tells you that I don't care a rap whether you go back to that there grog-shop or not. Only I'll clear my conscience--leastways, wot's left of it--by tellin' ye that if you do-- you--you'll wish as how you hadn't--supposin' they leave you the power to wish anything at all.
gpt
Well, I believe you are a true man, Mister Molloy--
human
Don't Mister me, mate,
gpt
My name's Jack Molloy, at your service, an' that name don't require no handle--either Mister or Esquire--to prop it up.