human
How do you do, Pauncefote, my lad? said he, as the owner of the light blue silk handkerchief approached.
gpt
Why don't you show enough wipe? Stick a pin in one corner, and leave the rest hanging down. How's the novel, my boy?
human
Pretty well,
gpt
Ah, my venerable chum, Smith,
human
Why don't you wash your face, and stick your hands up your sleeves. How's a fellow to flap you a daddle in those cuffs, eh?