human
Poor fool! said Mark, who listened in silence to the end.
gpt
Why didn't he mind his bottles, and just do what Heaven sent him to do? Is he in want of the rhino, Tom?
human
He had not five shillings left after he had paid his fare; and he refuses to ask his wife for a farthing.
gpt
Quite right--very proper spirit.
human
I say, Tom, a fool and his money are soon parted. There's a five-pound note for him, you begging, insinuating dog, and be hanged to you both! I shall die in the workhouse at this rate.
gpt
Oh father, you will never miss--
human
Who told you I thought I should, pray? Don't you go giving another five pounds out of your pocket-money behind my back, ma'am. I know your tricks of old. Tom, I'll come and see the poor beggar to-morrow with you, and call him Mr. Vavasour--Lord Vavasour, if he likes--if you'll warrant me against laughing in his face.
gpt
Oh, father, father, don't be so cruel. Remember how wretched the poor man is.
human
I can't think of anything but old Bolus's boy turned poet. Why did you tell me, Tom, you bad fellow? It's too much for a man at my time of life, and after his dinner too.
gpt
Won't come in, boy, and have one more cigar?
human
I promised my father to be back as quickly as possible.