human
Hallo, Mike!
gpt
Well, bejabbers, and how's yourself? answered Mike. Here was clearly not a case of new and fraudulent friends, for Mike evidently knew them both; having shaken hands with the first he required no introduction to the second, extended his great hand, shook warmly, and cried:
human
How are you? Have a drink with me!
gpt
Have a drink with _me_,
human
Are these fellows----
gpt
Oh, indade! said Mike.
human
Thim fellers is aither too short in the neck to take more, or they have saycrets to whisper.
gpt
Shake a leg, push of the _S.S. Glory_! Crew of the _S.S. Glory_, shake a leg!
human
What's the time? said Scholar, astonished.
gpt
It can't be late yet. This place is still open.
human
said Cockney, but joyful, not malevolent.
gpt
The first thing yer notice in this 'ere country is them bills--'Open day hand night'--and the next thing is the size of them glasses. They look long at first, but you get used to everythink. I could do wiv 'em longer. He drained his glass.
human
Longer fer me! Longer fer me! he began to sing, making for the door. Evidently the strains of a Salvation Army song outside had come to his ears through the voices and clatter of the place, for as the doors swung now with the men tumbling out, Scholar heard the beat of a drum and voices singing:
gpt
That will be glory, glory for me! Cockney danced along the street, his wide trousers flapping about his lean shanks, laughing and singing:
human
Longer fer me! Longer fer me!
gpt
Come on, Mike!
human
Tell them to cast off if I don't come! he replied.
gpt
I've met ould friends--and I'm drinkin'.
human
Come along, Mike,
gpt
Come along, Mike,