human
In my country, sir, he began, glancing reproachfully at the Twins, whose noses were over their plates, and feeling his way feebly to a conversation with Carlyle,--
gpt
Hope you do, Mr. Beck, I'm sure. Didn't know you'd got so good a _chef_ at the Langham.
human
Hush!
gpt
Clear mulligatawny's about the best thing I know to begin a dinner upon. Some fellows like Palestine soup. That's a mistake.
human
The greatest minds, said Cornelius to the Poet Laureate,
gpt
said Tennyson,
human
Pray, Mr. Carlyle, he asked, with the sweetest smile,
gpt
Who? asked the Philosopher.
human
Beg your pardon, Herr how much?
gpt
From your own work, Mr. Carlyle,
human
Oh, ah! quite so, said Mr. Carlyle.
gpt
Well, you see, the fact is that--Jack Dunquerque knows.