human
It was long before the vulgar one saw it, and then he laughed so much that the baby began to cry, and they had to go into the next room for fear of disturbing it. Having left the door open, the fair baby got out of its cradle, and, being old enough to walk, went quietly upstairs, and there what should he see in a cradle in the room above but Alicia! This was the first time the two met. They did not say much, but Cupid's arrow went through them both from that minute. That's all,
gpt
And which chapter do you think we'd better put in?
human
That's just what I was going to ask you,
gpt
You see, said I cautiously,
human
Oh, he turns out somebody,
gpt
Who?
human
I don't know yet.
gpt
He's not the hero, of course? said I decisively;
human
Oh, of course, said Harry.
gpt
But, I say, don't you think there's rather too much about scenery in yours? There's very little of that in _Nicholas Nickleby_, or poetry either.
human
No; that struck me as one of the weak points of _Nicholas Nickleby_,
gpt
I thought it was settled the hero was to be in it from the first?
human
So he is. I shall say in the next chapter that he was in the room underneath all the time,
gpt
Oh, well, said Harry,
human
You're not obliged to do any poetry, said I.
gpt
Thanks. I shouldn't try unless I was sure of writing something that wasn't doggerel, said Harry. This was hitting me on a tender point.
human
Look here, said I, starting up,
gpt
I didn't say so.
human
You meant it. I'd sooner write doggerel than stuff I'd be ashamed to read in a `penny dreadful.' Call yourself a fair boy!
gpt
Yes.