human
If I could find fault with anything belonging to the lady at the head of the table, he said,
gpt
What, the dear old cedar tree! Never, Mr. Farge!
human
Yes, it would, though, he insisted,
gpt
Truly there is not, if I may venture so far, the other young gentleman responded, playing up obediently.
human
And if anything could give me and Charlie a fit of the blues, I believe that old fellow would in rainy weather.
gpt
Makes you think of the cemetery, does it not now, Bert?
human
You have hit it. Paddington--not the station though, Charlie, just starting for a cosey little trip with your best girl up the river.
gpt
For shame, Mr. Worthington,
human
Suggestive of the end of all week-ends, in short, de Courcy Smyth, who contrary to his custom was present at dinner that evening, put in snarlingly.
gpt
One last trip up the River of Death for you, with a ticket marked not transferrable, eh, Farge? Then an oblong hole in the reeking blue clay, silence and worms.