human
Beastly poky little hole, Ashdown, said Mr. Crofts one evening, as he and Frank were indulging in a cigarette in the balcony of a house where they had happened to meet.
gpt
Dulminster is bad enough in all conscience, but this place is a dozen times worse.
human
What can a fellow do when hard necessity ties one to it?
gpt
What, indeed! You haven't even a club in the place, I presume?
human
Not the ghost of one.
gpt
Why don't you join ours at Dulminster? Very small and select, and all that. Say the word, and I'll propose you at the next meeting.
human
Awfully good of you, but this is the first word I've heard about it.
gpt
Why not run over by the five-thirty train on Friday next, and pick a bit of dinner with me? We'll go on to the club afterwards, where I'll introduce you to half a score 'Bons Frères'--that's what we call ourselves--jolly good fellows one and all!
human
Bons Frères.