human
That’s done, he said, flinging down his pen.
gpt
What are you writing to Wilkins for?
human
Just to tell him I shan’t be at the shop till Thursday.
gpt
I wouldn’t tell the brute anything.
human
Well, you see, there’s nothing proved yet, and——
gpt
And Noakes, I suppose, has gone up to town to leave his card on the King! Bob, you’re an ass. But drink up your fizz; it’s pretty flat. I hear the car. It’ll be a pretty cold ride; rather sport, though.
human
I hope we shan’t have a spill. O’Reilly’s a bit wild, you know. I wish we hadn’t drunk that champagne.
gpt
Oh, you’re hopeless. Get on your coat, and don’t worry. It’ll be a splendid rag.