human
Aunt Temperance! called out Aubrey from the doorstep,
gpt
You are _what_, Sirrah?
human
I shall ride in the caroche,
gpt
Northumberland, Cumberland, Westmoreland, and Durham!
human
Dear heart! she was just a little surprised or put out; when it was
gpt
Lancaster and Derby! she was very much astonished or provoked; but when she supplicated the help of
human
Northumberland, Cumberland, Westmoreland, and Durham!
gpt
I should like to know, if you please, Mr Aubrey Louvaine, whether you are a king, a sick woman, or a baby?
human
Well, Aunt, I don't think I am any of them at present.
gpt
Then you have no business to ride in a caroche till you are. I never heard of such a thing in my life. A man to ride in a caroche! We shall have them hemming handkerchiefs to-morrow.
human
You won't have me,
gpt
I won't have you in there, retorted Temperance bluntly,
human
Certainly not, my dear, after your decision, she replied.
gpt
Indeed, I do think it too effeminate for men, persons of high honour except, or them that are sick and infirm.
human
That rascal's not sick, any more than he's a person of honour.--Thee bestride thy horse, lad--without thou canst find an ass, which would suit with thee better.--Now, Hans, come and help me to mount.
gpt
God bless you, my Lady, and bring you home in peace!
human
Farewell! said Lady Louvaine, leaning forward.
gpt
Farewell, my good, kind old friends--Thomas, William, Isaac, and Gideon--I wish you God's blessing, and a better head than I.
human
Nay, nay, that'll ne'er be, nor couldn't, no wise! cried old Gideon, and the rest all echoed his
gpt
Nay, nay!
human
Farewell! said his mistress again, somewhat faintly, as she sank back into the corner.
gpt
Friends, God will bless me, and He shall bring me home in peace.