human
Let's have some sport,
gpt
We must look devilish serious--no grinning till the proper time,
human
Hallo--you sir! commenced Titmouse,
gpt
My worthy old gentleman, said Yahoo, with mock respect,
human
I am not, sir,
gpt
My name is Tittlebat Titmouse, at your service--and you are now in my grounds,
human
Am I really addressed by Mr. Titmouse?
gpt
Why, 'pon my life, I _think_ so, unless I'm changed lately; and by Jove, sir--_now_, who are you?
human
I am Dr. Tatham, sir, the vicar of Yatton: I _had_ intended calling at the Hall, as a matter of courtesy; but I fear I am intruding
gpt
Devil a bit--no, 'pon honor, no! you're a very good old fellow, I don't doubt!--Pray--a--is that little church outside, yours?
human
It is, sir,
gpt
Oh--well--I--I--'pon my soul, happy to see you, sir--you'll find something to eat in the Hall, I dare say
human
Do you preach in that same little church of yours next Sunday?
gpt
I preach there _every_ Sunday, sir, twice,
human
You see, sir, lisped Fitz-Snooks,