human
Well, Fay, have you had another poor devil flinging himself at your feet by means of a postage-stamp? said Sydie one morning at breakfast.
gpt
You can't disguise anything from me, your most interested, anxious, and near and dear relative. Whenever the governor looks particularly stormy I see the signs of the times, that if I do not forthwith remove your dangerously attractive person, all the bricks, spooneys, swells, and do-nothings in the county will speedily fill the Hanwell wards to overflowing.
human
Don't talk such nonsense, Sydie,
gpt
Ah! deuce take the fellows, chuckled the General.
human
Love, devotion, admiration! What a lot of stuff they do write. I wonder if Fay were a little beggar, how much of it all would stand the test? But we know a trick worth two of that. Try those sardines, Keane. House is let, Fay--eh? House is let; nobody need apply. Ha, ha!