human
What's your name?
gpt
Heathcote.
human
A new boy?
gpt
Yes.
human
How is it you're not in bed? Do you know the time?
gpt
Yes, said Heathcote, convinced now that the junior had been right,
human
Shut up and don't tell lies, said the Fifth-form boy, severely.
gpt
Go to bed instantly, and write me out 200 lines of Virgil before breakfast to-morrow. I've a good mind to send your name up to Westover.
human
I'm awfully sorry, began Heathcote;
gpt
I've told you; and if you don't go at once Westover shall hear of it.