human
Said nothing to you, Reuben, about remaining late?
gpt
No, sir.
human
--the thick voice of Rob Grimes floated back on a beery chuckle--
gpt
None of that! said Mr. Hibbs, who for courtesy would never have spoken so to Grimes in the presence of Mr. John Kenny of Roxbury. Rob grunted, uncrushed.
human
Reuben, hath Benjamin spoke any word to you lately to suggest a disturbance or over-concern with--hm--with----
gpt
With the mounting of smocks? No, sir.
human
Reuben, I await your apology. I remind you that your favored position doth neither protect nor justify you in assuming the conversation of a roustabout. From evil speech evil conduct. I am waiting.
gpt
I'm sorry, sir, said Reuben, and discovered distractedly that he was, a little. Shocking Mr. Hibbs was too cheap a victory.
human
I'm truly sorry, Mr. Hibbs. I do speak heedless, and will try to mend.