human
Hullo! here you are! said Doubleday.
gpt
Found you out, then, at last. Haven't been this way for an age, but knew it at once by the cats. Hullo, is this your mother? How do, Mrs Batchelor. Glad to see you. Allow me to introduce--
human
It's not my mother!
gpt
Eh, not your mother?--your aunt, perhaps? How do you--
human
No, no, I whispered;
gpt
Not? That's a pity! She's a tidy-looking old body, too. I say, where do you stick your hats, eh? I bag the door-handle; you hang yours on the key, Crow. Come on in, you fellows. Here's a spree!