human
I dropped the kerchief by chance, sir, she said coldly.
gpt
You will return it.
human
By and by, when it has been through other chance and mischance. Lady Ingilby, you shall be judge between us. Is the kerchief mine?
gpt
Yours—when you’ve proved your right to wear it. Meanwhile, it is a loan.
human
Women always forsake each other at the pinch,
gpt
To be sure, girl. Our men-folk are so often right, in spite of their absurdities. This venture toward York, Mr. Metcalf? You propose to ride against three armies—a hundred and twenty of you?
human
No, by your leave. We hope to get near the city in one company, and then decide. If York is leaguered by regiments, there’ll be an outer rim of Metcalfs, waiting their chance of capturing news going in or coming out.
gpt
Good! I begin to see how strong you are, you clan of Metcalfs. You are one, or two, or six-score, as need asks. I think you are well advised to go to York.
human
Would you not stay to guard our wounded here?