human
The White Knight brings news,
gpt
Pleasant news? the Prince asked.
human
Is Rigby dead, or the siege raised?
gpt
By your leave, said Kit,
human
Good, sir! Fire—deep, glowing fire—showed in Rupert’s eyes.
gpt
Lady Derby is a kinswoman of mine; and if Rigby is in Bolton, I know where to find the fox she loathes.
human
I heard someone speak of Lady Derby?
gpt
he said, with a quiet laugh.
human
There’s none so touchy as a husband who chances to be his wife’s lover, too. My Lord Derby, this is Mr. Metcalf, known otherwise as the White Knight. He brings news that Rigby the fox has slunk into Bolton. Best put our hounds in and drive him out of cover.
gpt
Give me the assault,
human
I cannot. Your name glamours Lancashire. I will not have you risk all in driving a red fox into the open.