human
I say, Mrs Nash, cried my adversary,
gpt
You'll have to have him whether you want him or not, replied Mrs Nash, in her usual gracious way.
human
He's a lodger here.
gpt
What do you want to shove another lodger in for when you know we're chock-full?
human
You hold your tongue, Mr Jackanapes,
gpt
I say, don't you be so familiar, cried the young gentleman, greatly offended.
human
My name's Horncastle, not Jackanapes.
gpt
Very well, then, Mr Horncastle, you'd better hold your tongue.
human
I sha'n't hold my tongue. You've got a spite against us, that's what it is, or you wouldn't go crowding us out with kids like this.
gpt
Crowding you out! retorted Mrs Nash, scornfully.
human
You've got another kid coming next week, my beauty, so you'd better not talk of crowding out till then.
gpt
What! another besides this young cad? Oh, that's too much! We won't stand it. That's all about that,
human
Won't you? Then you can cook your own sausages for supper, my man, and shell out what you owe on the nail. We'll see who won't stand it or not!
gpt
Oh, don't be a brute, Mrs Nash, he said, in tones of agitation.
human
Do us those sausages, there's a good body, and you can cram in half a dozen kids if you like.