human
Good morning to you both, said I;
gpt
Ah, deary me!
human
Sit down, Jacob, sit down, said old Tom;
gpt
Yes, now that he's in heaven, poor fellow!
human
Tell me, Jacob, said old Tom, with a quivering lip,
gpt
Yes, yes; sobbed Mrs Beazeley;
human
Can you bear to talk about him?
gpt
Yes, yes; we can't talk too much; it does us good, replied she.
human
We have done nothing but talk about him since we left him.
gpt
And shall, till we sink down into our own graves, said old Tom,
human
continued the old man with a melancholy smile, looking down at his stumps.
gpt
I may well say that I've _two_ feet in the grave already. But come, Jacob, tell us all about him.
human
I will, replied I;
gpt
Not dead!
human
Not yet, Jacob;
gpt
He lives; and I am in hopes he will be pardoned.
human
I see--I see by your face. Yes, Jacob, he is pardoned; and we shall have our Tom again.
gpt
You are right, Mrs Beazeley; he is pardoned, and will soon be here.