human
Well, his temper isn't on the mend. If he goes on being such a beast I shall cook up a pathetic letter to the pater and tell him I'm overworked.
gpt
I should think _he_ is, suggested Gabrielle quietly.
human
Have you noticed how pouchy he is under the eyes?--as though he didn't get enough sleep.
gpt
Well, whatever is the matter with him, he's a holy terror to work with, Noreen declared unsympathetically.
human
I say, Gabrielle, I wish Joey did take stinks--her uppishness would probably drive him clean over the border, and we shouldn't have to bear with him any more.
gpt
You've jolly well got to be uppish here if you don't want to be absolutely squashed, Joey explained.
human
I expect the Professor has war-strain; there was an English lady came to stay with us who simply couldn't stand Bingo blowing a trumpet anywhere near her because she had that, poor thing.
gpt
P'r'aps he has a bad conscience, and is doing something beastly with his stinks, suggested Noreen.
human
I say, wouldn't it be a good thing to find out which it is? If it's war-strain--well, I'll bear his utter hatefulness and calling me 'fat-head' before the class, with cheerfulness; though I'm sure he's too old and too stout to have fought the Huns--still, he _may_ have done munitions and used his chemistry that way....
gpt
Wasn't he here in the war?
human
Rather not. He only came last term, and nobody could stand him then. He's worse now. So if it's an evil conscience--I say, Joey, you old slacker, why don't you take stinks? You could help no end in the Sherlock Holmes business. Tell you what. I'll smuggle you in next time--Cicely Wren is in San with a throat--he won't notice who's there as long as he has his proper tale of jumpy victims.
gpt
Let's,
human
No, that wouldn't do. You mustn't, Joey. Don't try and get her to, Noreen.
gpt
Don't see why not,