human
So, said Albert Edward,
gpt
I clapped him on the back and said, 'You were at Geelong College in 1910, and your name's Cazenove, isn't it?'
human
To which he made reply, 'My name's Jones and I never heard of Geewhizz,' and knocked you down and trod on you for your dashed familiarity,
gpt
Nothing of the sort. He was delighted to meet me again--de-lighted. He's coming to munch with us tomorrow evening, by the way, so you might sport the tablecloth for once, William old dear, and tell the cook to put it across Og, the fatted capon, and generally strive to live down your reputation as the worst Mess President the world has ever seen. You will, I know--for my sake.