human
Got in a cracker, didn't he?
gpt
The fellows at Brooke's had a talkee-talkee, and they'd twenty different stories. Of course it was rot. We were all cut up though and hoped you'd pull through. Of course there couldn't be any doubt of that-- you've been through too many, eh?
human
I'm not shell- proof, Vosse, and it was rather a narrow squeak, I'm told. But I'm kept, you see, for a worse fate and a sadder.
gpt
I say, Belward, you don't mean that! Your eyes go so queer sometimes, that a chap doesn't know what to think. You ought to live to a hundred. You'll have to. You've got it all--
human
Oh no, my boy, I haven't got anything. He waved his hand pleasantly towards his grandfather.
gpt
I'm on the knees of the gods merely.
human
It isn't any secret, is it, sir? He gets the lot, doesn't he?
gpt
I fancy there's some condition about the plate, the pictures, and the title; but I do not suppose that matters meanwhile.
human
No, of course not; he can have fun enough without them, can't he?
gpt
I say, Belward, Aunt Sophie was cut up no end when she heard of it. She wouldn't go out to dinner that night at Lord Dunfolly's, and, of course, I didn't go. And I wanted to; for Delia Gasgoyne was to be there, and she's ripping.