human
Ah, youngster! Going to grind all to-day?
gpt
I was looking for Dick.
human
Oh! David looking for Jonathan. Poor chap! Johnny has given you the slip this time.
gpt
Where has he gone?
human
The saintly youth has gone for a day's fishing in the Bay, with the dearly-beloved Cresswell and the reverend Freckleton. They have got him an exeat from the Doctor, they have bought him lines and bait, they have filled his pockets with good things. So you see piety pays after all, Georgie. What a pity you are not pious, too! You wouldn't be left so lonely if you were.