human
There you are, Son! he cried joyously.
gpt
Put that where the cat can't get it. You're drinkin' Mr. Raymond's health.
human
Am I? said Harry.
gpt
Then, 'ere's to him, the swab!
human
Hullo! Don't you like him?
gpt
No.
human
Why not?
gpt
Sink me! You didn't see much of him.
human
Didn't need to. 'E's the kind o' jumped-up snotty who torks to men beneath 'im as if they was dawgs. When a real toff calls me 'Jackson' I s'y 'Yes, Sir'; but when that blighter did the sime thing I wanted to bung 'im one in the jawr.
gpt
Well, I'm dashed! breathed Popple, surveying his friend with manifest approval.
human
Now, who'd ha thought he'd stirred you up in that way? Between you an' me, Harry, I'm not too fond of him meself. I suspicioned that Mrs. Carmac meant to fire him last week; but I was mistaken. Anyhow, 'Live an' let live' is my policy. So long as he doesn't interfere with me, I'll leave him alone.
gpt
Sime 'ere,