human
Ah, yes, the old man said.
gpt
Now I can tell you what I want; and I am certain I have come to the right place for information. For while you revile my countrymen, Mr. Fox, because you don’t know them, I wonder whom amongst your own countrymen—who have any position at all—you don’t know?
human
Of course the man I mean may be a nobody—or a nonentity—and a very respectable person as well, continued Mr. Bethune,
gpt
Harland Harris! the journalist exclaimed—but with much complacency, for he might have been found wanting.
human
Don’t you know Harland Harris?—or, at least, haven’t you heard of him?
gpt
I have lived much out of England,
human
And you want me to tell you who and what Harland Harris is? Is that it? Well, then, I will. To begin with, proceeded Mr. Courtnay Fox, with a baleful light in his small twinkling eyes,
gpt
He does not seem to have made a very favourable impression on you,
human
Did he ever on any human being? the other retorted.
gpt
Not any one that ever I heard of!
human
And his son—do you know anything of him?
gpt
Oh, said he, scornfully,
human
Well, I’m very much obliged, said old George Bethune, rising.
gpt
And sorry to have interrupted you. Good-night—and thanks.
human
Good-night,