human
Fred, he said to me one day, when I was in the dumps,
gpt
Oh, I don't know, said I,
human
I'm getting rather sick of London, I think.
gpt
Not much use getting sick of it yet, said he.
human
Time enough in fifty years.
gpt
Jack, said I,
human
You're a duffer, old man. Aren't you getting on at Hawk Street, then?
gpt
Oh yes, well enough, but it's most fearfully slow. The same thing every day.
human
They can't alter the programme just to suit you.
gpt
Of course not, I cried, feeling very miserable;
human
By the way, said Smith, suddenly,
gpt
Who, old Henniker?
human
Rather not. If I had, I think I should have been game for running away along with you. No, it was Flanagan.
gpt
Was it? I should like to have seen him. What's he doing?
human
Not much, I fancy. He says his brother's a solicitor, and he's come up to loaf about in his office and pick up a little law.
gpt
Oh, I like that, I cried, laughing.
human
Think of old Flanagan a lawyer. But didn't he say where he was living?
gpt
Yes, Cabbage Street, in Hackney. I forget the number. I say, Fred, suppose we take a stroll this evening and try to find him out. It'll do you good, a walk.