human
My dear, said Mr. Turveydrop benignly to his son,
gpt
No, father.
human
My son, said he,
gpt
That's time enough for me, father, said Prince.
human
I can take a morsel of dinner, standing, and be off.
gpt
My dear boy, returned his father,
human
Thank you, father. Are _you_ off now, father?
gpt
Yes, my dear. I suppose, said Mr. Turveydrop, shutting his eyes and lifting up his shoulders, with modest consciousness,
human
You had better dine out comfortably, somewhere,
gpt
My dear child, I intend to. I shall take my little meal, I think, at the French house, in the Opera Colonnade.
human
That's right. Good-by, father!
gpt
Good-by, my son. Bless you!