human
Well, I'm glad ye're pleased with me, asthore, said he at last to Lucia;
gpt
Why, what have ye to say against that, Miss Val?
human
Why, won't he be a little in the way?
gpt
Faith, he needn't trouble you; and I shall take very good care--I wonder when the supper is coming--that neither he nor any else troubles me. But really, said he, in his natural voice, and with some feeling,
human
I was ashamed to go away and leave him there. He would have died if we had. He worked day and night. Talk of saints and martyrs! Campbell himself said he was an idler by the side of him.
gpt
Oh! I hope Major Campbell has not over-exerted himself!
human
He? nothing hurts him. He's as hard as his own sword. But the poor curate worked on till he got the cholera himself. He always expected it, longed for it; Campbell said--wanted to die. Some love affair, I suppose, poor fellow?--and a terrible bout he had for eight-and-forty hours. Thurnall thought him gone again and again; but he pulled the poor fellow through, after all, and we got some one (that is, Campbell did) to take his duty; and brought him away, after a good deal of persuasion; for he would not move as long as there was a fresh case in the town; that is why we never wrote. We did not know till the last hour when we should start; and we expected to be with you in two days, and give you a pleasant surprise. He was half dead when we got him on board; but the week's sea-air helped him through; so I must not grumble at these northerly breezes. 'It's an ill wind that blows nobody good,' they say!