human
Please, sir, is Mr. Vavasour here?
gpt
Here? Who wants him?
human
Mrs. Brown, sir, in Hemmelford Street. Says he lodges with her, and has been to seek for him at Dr. Thurnall's.
gpt
I think you had better go, Mr. Thurnall,
human
Indeed you had, boy. Bother poets, and the day they first began to breed in Whitbury! Such an evening spoilt! Have a cup of coffee? No? then a glass of sherry?
gpt
Seemed, sir, just like my nevy's wife's brother, Will Ford, before he made away with hes'self.
human
The Angler's Arms;
gpt
Did a gentleman call here just now, in a long cloak, with a felt wide-awake?
human
Yes.
gpt
And you sold him laudanum?
human
Why--ah--
gpt
And you had sold him laudanum already this afternoon, you young rascal? How dare you, twice in six hours? I'll hold you responsible for the man's life!
human
You dare call me a rascal?
gpt
I am a member of the College of Surgeons, says Tom, recovering his coolness,
human
Oh sir, what shall I do?
gpt
You're in a very neat scrape; you could not have feathered your nest better, says Tom, quietly filling his pipe, and thinking.
human
As you behave now, I will get you out of it, or leave you to--you know what, as well as I. Get your hat.
gpt
The wild beast goes home to his lair to die, and so may he; for I fear it's life and death now. I'll try the house where he was born. Somewhere in Water Lane it is I know.