human
D----d little beast! I heard him mutter as he neared the boat-house where Fin and I were stowing cargo.
gpt
Ought to be worn on a watch-chain or in her buttonhole.
human
I know him, sor, he whispered.
gpt
He's a barrister down in Temple Bar. He don't remember me, sor, but I know him. He's always treadin' on something--something alive--always, sor, and wid both feet! He trod on me once. I thought it was him when I see him fust--but I wasn't sure till I asked Landlord Hull about him.
human
How came you to know him?
gpt
Well, sor, he had an old lady on his list two years ago that was always disputin' distances and goin' to law about her cab-fares. I picked her up one day in St. James Street and druv her to Kensington Gardens and charged her the rates, and she kicked and had me up before the magistrate, and this old ink-bottle appeared for her. She's rich and always in hot water. Well, we had it measured and I was right, and it cost her me fare and fifteen bob besides. When it was figured up she owed me sixpence more measurement I hadn't charged her for the first time, and I summoned her and made her pay it and twelve bob more to teach her manners. What pay he got I don't know, but I got me sixpence. He was born back here about a mile--that's why he comes here for his holiday.