human
I think he's a regular bear, you know. He is to me; but then he doesn't like me any more than I do him, worse luck,
gpt
Do you think the best way to get any one to like you is to begin by disliking him?
human
I didn't begin it; but he always scowls when he finds me here, talks to me as if I was a kid of ten, and calls me 'Hansikin.' It makes me regularly sick, I can tell you. Of course he's awfully decent to his wife and Nita, and they both worship him; and so does he them. But he's always trying to make fun of me; and he's such an artful old beggar that I never get a chance of scoring off him. I believe he's as big a humbug as any in Berlin. And I'm not the only one who thinks so, too.
gpt
What you've done to-day ought to change his opinion, Hans.
human
That's just my rotten luck. I came up too late to do anything, and even the little I did do, the Baroness couldn't see.
gpt
But Nita saw it.
human
And a lot he'll care for what she says. He'll just grin and say I was a good boy, or some such rot as that, and forget it.
gpt
We'll see about that. He'll know that no boy could send a grown man headlong into the gutter as you did.
human
Did I?
gpt
It was the turning point of the whole show, Hans, for if the beggar hadn't been downed at that very moment, they'd have got us to a cert.
human
Do you think Nita saw it?
gpt
How could she, when her mother was lying all but fainting on the pavement? She wanted all her eyes for her.
human
Just my luck!