human
Does your mother like her?
gpt
They suit so well about the servants they can't help liking each other.
human
It is cold to-night.
gpt
Why are you out so late?
human
I lost my way in this wood.
gpt
Lost your way in the mighty forest of Briarmains! You deserve never more to find it.
human
I never was here before, and I believe I am trespassing now. You might inform against me if you chose, Martin, and have me fined. It is your father's wood.
gpt
I should think I knew that. But since you are so simple as to lose your way, I will guide you out.
human
You need not. I have got into the track now. I shall be right. Martin (a little quickly),
gpt
Going to die. Nothing can save him. All hope flung overboard!
human
To die!
gpt
To die. All along of the women, my mother and the rest. They did something about his bandages that finished everything. He would have got better but for them. I am sure they should be arrested, cribbed, tried, and brought in for Botany Bay, at the very least.
human
Miss Helstone!
gpt
Come; are you uneasy about what I said?
human
You know nothing about death, Martin; you are too young for me to talk to concerning such a thing.
gpt
Did you believe me? It's all flummery! Moore eats like three men. They are always making sago or tapioca or something good for him. I never go into the kitchen but there is a saucepan on the fire, cooking him some dainty. I think I will play the old soldier, and be fed on the fat of the land like him.
human
Martin! Martin!
gpt
It is exceedingly wrong of you, Martin. You have almost killed me.