human
Our August friend tarries! quoth the Bishop of -------, with his hands folded across his capacious stomach.
gpt
I fear the turbot your lordship spoke of may not be the better for the length of the trial.
human
Poor fellow!
gpt
Whom do you mean? asked Lord Mauleverer, with a smile,--
human
Not one of the three, Mauleverer,--I spoke of the prisoner.
gpt
Ah, the fine dog! I forgot him, said Mauleverer.
human
Really, now you mention him, I must confess that he inspires me with great compassion; but, indeed, it is very wrong in him to keep the judge so long!
gpt
Those hardened wretches have such a great deal to say,
human
True! said Mauleverer;
gpt
Is it really true, Mauleverer, asked the Earl of ------,
human
So I hear, said Mauleverer.
gpt
Heavens, how hungry I am!
human
I suppose it would be against all decorum to sit down to dinner without him?
gpt
Why, really, I fear so, returned Mauleverer.
human
But our health--our health is at stake; we will only wait five minutes more. By Jove, there's the carriage! I beg your pardon for my heathen oath, my lord bishop.
gpt
I forgive you!