human
Hobson! she exclaimed; and at this awful sound the bold warrior seemed to collapse into a limp rag.
gpt
I am surprised—I am _indeed_ surprised! Really, sir, how can you encourage him in such impudence? Seated at your own table and drinking too, I declare, she went on, as she lifted up the deserted tumbler—for her bellicose husband had hastily picked up his MSS. and vanished from the room.
human
Really, sir, such familiarity!
gpt
In the republic of letters, my good Mrs. Hobson, said Mr. Bethune with a smile,
human
Oh, sir, don’t put sich things in his ’ead! she said, as she proceeded to lay the cloth for dinner.
gpt
He’s a fool, and that’s bad enough; but if so be as you put things in his ’ead, and he giving of hisself airs, it’ll be hawful! What good he is to anybody, I don’t know. He won’t clean a winder or black a boot even.
human
How can you expect it? George Bethune said, in perfect good humour.
gpt
Manual labour would be a degradation. Men of genius ought to be supported by the State.
human
In the workus, I suppose,