human
Tom--Tom, you young scoundrel--come in here and let's talk it all over.
gpt
Well--well, pater familias, what's on your chest to-day? His slim figure was clad in gray--a gray suit, gray shirt, gray tie, gray shoes and a crimson rose bud in his coat lapel. As he slid into a chair and crossed his lean legs the Doctor looked him over. The young Judge's corroding pride in his job was written smartly all over his face and figure.
human
The fairest of ten thousand, the bright and morning star, Tom, piped the Doctor. Then added briskly,
gpt
I want to talk to you about Joe Calvin. The young man lifted a surprised eyebrow. The Doctor pushed ahead as he pulled the county bar docket from his desk and pointed to it.
human
Joe Calvin's business has increased nearly fifty per cent. in less than six months! And he has the money side of eighty per cent. of the cases in your court!
gpt
Well-- replied Van Dorn in the mushy drawl that he used with juries,
human
Then he added, eying the Doctor closely,
gpt
Though I can't say that what you tell me startles me with its suddenness.
human
That's just my point, cried the Doctor in his high, shrill voice.
gpt
That's just my point, Thomas, he repeated,
human
The Doctor wagged his head at the young man as he said,
gpt
But the truth is, Tom, I had some trouble getting you the solid delegation.
human
Ah?
gpt
Yes, Tom--my own delegation, replied the Doctor.
human
You see, Tom, there is a lot of me. There is the one they call Doc Jim; then there's Mrs. Nesbit's husband and there's your father-in-law, and then there's Old Linen Pants. The old man was for you from the jump. Doc Jim was for you and Mrs. Nesbit's husband was willing to go with the majority of the delegation, though he wasn't strong for you. But I'll tell you, Tom, piped the Doctor,
gpt
I did have the devil of a time ironing out the troubles of your father-in-law.
human
Tom, the Doctor's voice was shrill and steely,
gpt
I don't like your didos with Violet Mauling!
human
I don't suppose you're making love to her. But you have no business fooling around Joe Calvin's office on general principles. Keep out, and keep away from her. And then the Doctor's patience slipped and his voice rose:
gpt
What do you want to give her the household bills for? Pay 'em yourself or let Laura send her checks! The Doctor's tones were harsh, and with the amiable cast off his face his graying blond pompadour hair seemed to bristle militantly. The effect gave the Doctor a fighting face as he barked,
human
You can't afford it. You must stop it. It's no way to do. I didn't think it of you, Tom!