human
There had been great
gpt
last night after Dick went to bed to dream of Marjory; much damage had been done. All this would be charged for when the weekly bills were sent on, and as Bob asked ruefully:
human
What do you think a ’cello’s worth, Dick; is it worth thirty shillings?
gpt
It was Rivers who began it, he explained, as they strolled about arm in arm, waiting for the bell to announce morning coffee:
human
He tried to hang up the big clock in the hall with a drawing pin, and when the concierge spotted him, Billy Godeyer was doing the same for the picture of the Battle of Sedan. Then Rivers found that the band had left their instruments behind in the drawing-room, and we had a concert. Never saw such rot; I played the ’cello and all the hair came out of the bow before I’d sawed out half a tune. They say we smashed five notes in the piano, but I don’t believe it. Old Gordon Snagg doesn’t like noise, so we played on his account; he’d pay the damage if he were a gentleman.
gpt
We were in too much of a hurry, he said, arguing in a philosophical if amatory vein.
human
Why not let it run until we get back to England? It’s beastly to think about money in such a place as this, and I’m sure Marjory would hate me for doing it. I’ll speak to my uncle when I get back, and he might do something for me. Perhaps he’ll send me out to Canada; there’s lots of cash to be made there, and why shouldn’t we make some of it? Let’s have some fun, Bob. You’re such a gloomy beggar; you always look at things in the worst light.