human
I say, aren't you going to get up? said young Larkins, at my bedside, presently, evidently having come to see how I was getting on after last night's sensation:
gpt
I'm very queer, said I,
human
All right! said Larkins.
gpt
But what's the matter with you?
human
I'm not quite sure, but I'm afraid--have I got any spots coming out on my face?
gpt
Eh? No; but your face is all black and blue, and there's a big bump on one cheek.
human
Is there? Then it must be so. Larkins, you'd better not stand too near, I'm afraid I've smallpox!
gpt
What! Smallpox? Oh, I say, Batchelor, I hope not. It looks more like as if you'd been fighting.
human
That's the smallpox coming on, I said, mournfully;
gpt
I'm sure!
human
Perhaps I'd better go, said Larkins, making for the door.
gpt
I'll tell them at your office,