human
And he never does any thing else, said the old lady of the censorious countenance.
gpt
Yet, would you believe that it's _his_ name on the door-plate?
human
His son's name is the same, you know,
gpt
He wouldn't let his son have any name, if he could take it from him, returned the old lady.
human
Look at the son's dress! It certainly was plain--threadbare--almost shabby.
gpt
Yet the father must be garnished and tricked out, said the old lady,
human
Does he give lessons in Deportment, now?
gpt
Now! returned the old lady, shortly.
human
Never did.
gpt
I don't believe he can fence at all, ma'am,