human
Do you remember the day I shied that awful ink-bottle at your head? by Jove, it was as large as a tea-pot. If I had hit you that time, Dixie, I don't think we'd ever have found a mitre to fit your head.
gpt
Arch, arch--ha, ha! dear me! yes--I had forgot that--yes, quite--you were always an arch boy, Cleve. Always arch, Mr. Verney.
human
Very arch--yes, it was what old Toler called the office bottle; do you remember? it weighed three or four pounds. I think you were glad it was broken; you never got one like it into the room again. I say if it had caught you on the head, what a deal of learning and other things the Church would have lost!