human
Dear little things, said the old lady over the grey crust to which she was applying a single tooth. Having gnawed off a corner she threw a glance at him.
gpt
Just come down?
human
My first night, he said,
gpt
There's a bit of mirror in the tobacconist, she nodded over her shoulder.
human
I often freshen up in front of it when the mood takes me. Many's the hat I've changed before that glass. But then I don't bother much these days. Once again her critical glance came in his direction.
gpt
After a time one loses interest, y'know.
human
And yet, he said,
gpt
Ah, but I'm old, she answered,
human
I've no intention of being content, he said.
gpt
I just happen to have hit the rocks but I'll get sailing again one of these days.
human
Well I'm glad to hear you say so, and now I must toddle along.
gpt
I'm going to pick over the dustbins in Bond Street, she returned, and added
human
You never know what you'll find. Only you must be early. Goo' morning.
gpt
By Jove, said Richard,
human
I suppose that's about what I'm doing--picking over dustbins and wondering what I shall find.
gpt
Good morning, day, he said.
human
Your servant to command. Gad! but I could do with some breakfast.