human
And my father?
gpt
He is in the parlour,
human
What! are you Terence? he asked in a quavering tone.
gpt
Come back from the wars, eh? I suppose you are Terence, though I shouldn't have known you. We will drink your health, though, at supper in whisky punch, if he'll let me have it, for we can't afford claret now,--at least so he says, and he knows better than I do.