human
I hear they have finished the new Squash Courts, announced a big man who was almost sitting upon the fire.
gpt
Take you on this afternoon, Jacker?
human
Have you got a court?
gpt
Not yet, but I will. Who is head of Games this term?
human
Etherington major, I think.
gpt
Good Lord! He can hardly read or write, much less manage anything. I wonder why boys always make a point of electing congenital idiots to their responsible offices. Warwick, isn't old Etherington in your House?
human
He is,
gpt
Just tell him I want a Squash Court this afternoon, will you?
human
I am not a District Messenger Boy,
gpt
Andrews, he said,
human
I doubt if you will get a court, Dumaresq, said another voice--a mild one.
gpt
I asked for one after breakfast, and Etherington said they were all bagged.
human
Well, I call that the limit!
gpt
After all, drawled a supercilious man sprawling across a chair,
human
They may have been built for the boys, retorted Dumaresq with heat,
gpt
Your trousers are beginning to smoke, interpolated Wellings calmly.
human
You had better come out of the fender for a bit and let me in.