human
Kit, now, my darling Kit, do tell me, said Mrs. Sharp for about the fiftieth time, as she sat with her son in the sweet spring twilight, at the large western window of Cross Duck House;
gpt
Rats, mother! Why, I can catch my own, without any appeal to 'the Filthy!' Rats are never far away from legal premises, like these.
human
You should not speak so of your father's house, Kit. And I am sure that no rats ever come upstairs, or out of the window I must jump. But now you are only avoiding the subject. What is it that disturbs your mind, Kit?
gpt
Once more, mother, I have the greatest objection to being called 'Kit.' It sounds so small, and--and so horribly prosaic. All the dictionaries say that it means, either the outfit of a common soldier, or else a diminutive kind of fiddle.
human
Christopher, I really beg your pardon. I know how much loftier you are, of course; but I cannot get over the habit, Kit. Well, well, then--My darling, I hope you are not at all above being 'my darling,' Kit.
gpt
Mother, you may call me what you like. It can make no difference in my destinies.
human
Christopher, you make my blood run cold. My darling, I implore you not to sigh so. Your dear father pays my allowance on Monday. I know what has long been the aspiration of your heart. Kit, you shall have a live badger of your own.
gpt
I hate the very name of rats and badgers. Everything is so low and nasty. How can you look at that noble sunset, and be full of badgers? Mother, it grieves me to leave you alone; but how can I help it, when you go on so? I shall go for a walk on the Botley Road.
human
Take your pipe, Kit, take your pipe; whatever you do, Kit, take your pipe, screamed poor Mrs. Sharp, as he stuck his hat on, as if it were never to come off again.
gpt
Oh, Kit, there are such deep black holes; I will fill your pipe for you, if you will only smoke.
human
Mother, you never know how to do it. And once more, my name is 'Christopher.'