human
Don't you hear some one riding back there?
gpt
Yes, I do,
human
I suppose it is Mr. Roscorla coming after us, the young man said coolly.
gpt
Now I think it would be a shame to drag the old gentleman halfway down to Plymouth. He must have had a good spell already. Shall I stop and persuade him to go back home to bed?
human
Oh no,
gpt
Oh no,
human
I must stop, Trelyon said.
gpt
It's such precious hard lines on him. I shall easily persuade him that he would be better at home.
human
That isn't Roscorla's pony, said Trelyon listening.
gpt
That's more like your father's cob.
human
My father!
gpt
My darling, you needn't be afraid, whoever it is,
human
Certainly not, added Mabyn, who was far more uncomfortable than she chose to appear.
gpt
Who can prevent us going on? They don't lock you up in convents now-a-days. If it is Mr. Roscorla, you just let me talk to him.