human
There's a many Smiths about, he said, striking at once on the waiter's truism.
gpt
I'm a Smith myself. Might it be something to his advantage, or the other way, that was a bringing you?
human
For his advantage, I hope, Ibbetson said smiling.
gpt
But you are not the man. George Smith, about five-and-twenty, sallow, with black hair.
human
Ah! Comes from London?
gpt
Is he here after all? he said quickly.
human
Come, that's good news at last.
gpt
What makes you so keen about it? asked the old man curiously.
human
Well, it don't matter to me. Them that he's with won't be very ready for you to see him or to thank me for telling you where to find him, but Elias Brooks shouldn't have tried to make mischief between me and the vicar, this very day, too. I said I'd be even with him, and I will. There, sir, that's the cottage, hard by. George Smith is lodging there, has been there for weeks, ill, and if they tell you to the contrary, you needn't believe them. I said I'd be even with him. Thank you, sir. Don't you listen to nothing they tell you.