human
Get out o' my bed,
gpt
What, Bill!
human
Get out o' my bed, repeated the other.
gpt
You've made a nice mess of it between you. It's a fine thing if a man can't go out for 'arf a pint without coming home and finding all the riffraff of the neighbourhood in 'is bed.
human
Outside!
gpt
Bill,
human
Halloa,
gpt
He mustn't go, said Mrs. Scutts.
human
Those gentlemen are coming again, and they think he is you.
gpt
WHAT!
human
Don't you see? It's me what's got the pore back now, Bill, said Mr. Flynn.
gpt
You can't pass yourself off as me, Bill; you ain't good-looking enough.
human
He'll 'ave to stay in your bed, continued the voice of Mrs. Scutts.
gpt
He's got a good 'art, and I know he'll do it; won't you, Jim?
human
Tell my landlady in the morning that I've took your back room, he said.
gpt
What a fortunit thing it is I'm out o' work. What are you walking up and down like that for, Bill? Back coming on agin?
human
Then o' course, pursued the voice of Mrs. Scutts, in meditative accents,
gpt
That's 'ow it is, mate, said Mr. Flynn.
human
It's no good standing there saying your little piece of poetry to yourself. Take off your clo'es and get to bed like a little man. Now! now! Naughty! Naughty!
gpt
P'r'aps I oughtn't to 'ave let 'em up, Bill, said his wife;
human
You get off to bed, said Mr. Scutts.
gpt
Get off to bed while you're safe.
human
And get a good night's rest, added the thoughtful Mr. Flynn.
gpt
If Bill's back is took bad in the night I'll look after it.
human
For two pins--
gpt
For two pins I'll go back 'ome and stay there,