human
Your lordship'll honour us by taking pot luck afterwards. Can't show you French cookery, you know, and your souffleys and glacys, and all that. Honest saddle o' mutton, and the grounds of old port.--My father laid it down, and I take it up, eh?
gpt
But, says the little man, who knows all about Trebooze's household,
human
I shall not fail to do myself the honour of calling on Mrs. Trebooze, and expressing my regret,
gpt
Must ask that blackguard of a doctor--hang him! I wish he were an otter himself; but if he's so thick with his lordship it won't do to quarrel.