human
I say, said he to Dick, confidentially,
gpt
What Club?
human
You'll promise not to go telling everybody, said Braider.
gpt
We're called the 'Sociables,' It's a jolly enough lot. Only twenty of us, and we have suppers and concerts once a week. The thing is, it's _awfully_ select, and a job to get into it. But your name was mentioned the other day, and I fancy you'd get in.
human
I suppose Georgie Heathcote isn't in it?
gpt
Rather not! said the other, mistaking his meaning;
human
He's not a bad fellow, said Dick.
gpt
I wouldn't mind if he was on.
human
Well, there are two vacancies. What do you say for one?
gpt
Do I know the other fellows?
human
Most of them,
gpt
They're all jolly fellows, said Braider,
human
All serene, Braider, if they really want it.
gpt
Of course they do, old man, said Braider, in tones of satisfaction;
human
When's the election?
gpt
Oh! to-day week. There's one fellow, Culver, up against you; but he's got no chance. One black ball in six excludes, so it's always a close run.
human
Do you think there would be any chance for young Heathcote?
gpt
Doubt it. But we might try when you're in. Ta, ta! old man. Mum's the word.
human
Sociables