human
Come in, Fisher gasped.
gpt
It's dreadful. I was going home, but upon my word I dare not face it. I shall sleep by the side of my office fire to-night.
human
An' I'll beg a shelter too, sir, he said.
gpt
I shall get kicked out of the force. I shall lose my pension. But what's the good of a pension to an officer what's picked up frozen in the Strand?
human
That's logic, Fisher said sleepily.
gpt
And as to burglars----
human
Burglars! A night like this! I wish that the streets of London were always as safe. If I might be allowed to make up the fire, sir----