human
Simon, you and I have been two great fools; we can't chaff one another. She's a cursed actress, and--let's make it up, old boy.
gpt
the cool hand, the sharp one of Ours, to have been done brown, to be the joke of the mess, the laugh of all the men, down to the weest drummer-boy! Poor Little Grand! He was too done up to swagger, too thoroughly angry with himself to swear at anybody else. He only whispered to me,
human
Why the dickens could she want you and me to meet our selves?
gpt
To give us a finishing hoax, I suppose,
human
I suppose so. What fools we have been, Simon! And, I say, I've borrowed three hundred of old Miraflores, and it's all gone up at that devilish Casa; and how I shall get it from the governor, Heaven knows, for _I_ don't.
gpt
I'm in the same pickle, Grand, I groaned.
human
I've given that old rascal notes of hand for two hundred pounds, and, if it don't drop from the clouds, I shall never pay it. Oh, I say, Grand, love comes deucedly expensive.
gpt
Ah! said he, with a sympathetic shiver,