human
Then, brother, said the Poet, with a sigh of relief,
gpt
A year longer would, I think, do for me, said Humphrey, stroking his beard, as if he was calculating how long each figure would take to put in.
human
We will go and see Mr. Beck to-morrow.
gpt
Better not,
human
Why not?
gpt
He might ask for the money back.
human
True, brother. He must be capable of that meanness, or he would have given us that cheque we asked for. Very true. We will write.
gpt
What excuse shall we make?
human
We will state the exact truth, Brother. No excuse need be invented. We will tell our Patron that Art cannot--must not--be forced.