human
I say! quoth one of the fishing elders, after long suspicious silence;
gpt
I say, lads, this won't do. We can't have no outlandish foreigners taking observations here!
human
Maybe he's surveying for a railroad?
gpt
Maybe he's from the Trinity House, going to make a new harbour; or maybe a lighthouse. And then we'd better not meddle wi' him.
human
I'll tell you what he be. He's that here government chap as the Doctor said he'd bring down to set our drains right.
gpt
If he goes meddling with our drains, and knocking of our back-yards about, he'll find himself over quay before he's done.
human
Steady! Steady. He come with my loord, mind.
gpt
He might a' taken in his loordship, and be a Roossian spy to the bottom of him after all. They mak' munselves up into all manner of disguisements, specially beards. I've seed the Roossians with their beards many a time.
human
Maybe 'tis witchcraft. Look to mun, putting mun's head under that black bag now! He'm after no good, I'll warrant. If they ben't works of darkness, what be?
gpt
Leastwise he'm no right to go spying here on our quay, and never ax with your leave, or by your leave. I'll just goo mak' mun out.