human
I seen that Mashing agin,
gpt
Did you? Where?
human
Down Trade Street. I was on a pal's beat there, for a change, and he comes and wants his boots blacked. I knows the animal, but he don't twig me, bein' off my beat. I would a-liked to give the beauty a topper, so I would; but, bless you, where's the use!
gpt
So you blacked his boots for him?
human
I did so. An' 'e got a pal along of him, and they was a-jawin' about a parson's son as owed Mashing fifteen pound, and saying as they'd crack him up if he didn't pay up. And then they was a-jawin' about the shine up here that night, and the pal was a-chaffin' Mashing cos of the wipin' my bloke give 'im, and Mashing he says he reckons he's quits with the prig--meaning the governor--by this time, he says. And t'other one say `'Ow?' And Mashing says as the governor's a conwex son, and he knows who Mr Conwex is, he says, and he are writ a letter to Miss Conwex, he says, down in the country, that'll open 'er goggle eyes, he says.
gpt
What! I exclaimed, starting from my seat,
human
Dunno so much about your Mary, but that's what he says,
gpt
When--when did he write--eh?
human
I aren't arsked 'im. Arst 'im yourself if you want to know.