human
Wolf!
gpt
Wolf!
human
We are brothers once more,
gpt
Yes, and in the holiest of causes,
human
There is no more mystery between us now, resumed M. Belmont.
gpt
That call was for me. I must be away at once. I have delayed too long already. What I came to you particularly for, Batoche, was this.
human
In this small casket, Batoche, are all my family relics and treasures. For my money I care nothing; for this I care so much that I would give my life rather than that it should perish. You are the man to hide it for me. You know of secret places which no mortal can penetrate. I confide it to you. This has been a dark day for me; what to-morrow has in store I almost fear to guess. The times will probably go hard with all of us, including you, Batoche. For ourselves the loss will be nothing. We are old and useless. But Pauline and little Blanche! They must survive the ruin. Should I perish, this casket is to go to my daughter, and should you too come to grief, entrust the secret of its hiding place to Blanche that she may deliver it. Take it, and good night. I must go.