human
E'en as you will, remarked Mr. Yorke.
gpt
I reckon you're thinking of Eastern customs, Mr. Helstone, and you'll not eat nor drink under my roof, feared we suld be forced to be friends; but I am not so particular or superstitious. You might sup the contents of that decanter, and you might give me a bottle of the best in your own cellar, and I'd hold myself free to oppose you at every turn still--in every vestry-meeting and justice-meeting where we encountered one another.
human
It is just what I should expect of you, Mr. Yorke.
gpt
Does it agree wi' ye now, Mr. Helstone, to be riding out after rioters, of a wet night, at your age?
human
It always agrees with me to be doing my duty; and in this case my duty is a thorough pleasure. To hunt down vermin is a noble occupation, fit for an archbishop.
gpt
Fit for ye, at ony rate. But where's t' curate? He's happen gone to visit some poor body in a sick gird, or he's happen hunting down vermin in another direction.
human
He is doing garrison-duty at Hollow's Mill.
gpt
You left him a sup o' wine, I hope, Bob (turning to Mr. Moore),
human
Move it, Robert! Get up, my lad! That place is mine. Take the sofa, or three other chairs, if you will, but not this. It belangs to me, and nob'dy else.
gpt
Why are you so particular to that chair, Mr. Yorke?
human
My father war afore me, and that's all t' answer I sall gie thee; and it's as good a reason as Mr. Helstone can give for the main feck o' his notions.
gpt
Moore, are you ready to go?
human
Nay; Robert's not ready, or rather, I'm not ready to part wi' him. He's an ill lad, and wants correcting.
gpt
Why, sir? What have I done?
human
Made thyself enemies on every hand.
gpt
What do I care for that? What difference does it make to me whether your Yorkshire louts hate me or like me?
human
Ay, there it is. The lad is a mak' of an alien amang us. His father would never have talked i' that way.--Go back to Antwerp, where you were born and bred, mauvaise tête!
gpt
Mauvaise tête vous-même; je ne fais que mon devoir; quant à vos lourdauds de paysans, je m'en moque!
human
En ravanche, mon garçon, nos lourdauds de paysans se moqueront de toi; sois en certain,
gpt
C'est bon! c'est bon! Et puisque cela m'est égal, que mes amis ne s'en inquiètent pas.
human
Tes amis! Où sont-ils, tes amis?
gpt
Je fais écho, où sont-ils? et je suis fort aise que l'écho seul y répond. Au diable les amis! Je me souviens encore du moment où mon père et mes oncles Gérard appellèrent autour d'eux leurs amis, et Dieu sait si les amis se sont empressés d'accourir à leur secours! Tenez, M. Yorke, ce mot, ami, m'irrite trop; ne m'en parlez plus.
human
Comme tu voudras.