human
Thanks—thanks! said George Bethune, as he lit his long clay pipe.
gpt
I will see what my granddaughter says when she comes in—unless you would like to use the tickets yourself.
human
Oh, no, sir, begging your pardon, sir, was the instant rejoinder.
gpt
When I ’ave a evening out I go to the Oxbridge music-’all—perhaps it’s vanity, sir—but when Charley Coldstream gets a hangcore, I do like to hear some on ’em call out, ’Says Wolseley, says he!’ Ah, sir, that was the proudest moment of my life when I see Charley Coldstream come on the stage and begin to sing verse after verse, and the people cheering; and I owed it all to you, sir; it was you, sir, as advised me to send it to him——
human
A catching refrain—a catching refrain, said the old gentleman, encouragingly.
gpt
Just fitted to get hold of the public ear.