human
Ah! there he is--and John Dulan is with him,
gpt
Ah! how do you do, John? How do you do? This is so kind of you! But, stand aside--excuse me--I want to see that youth behind you!
human
My gracious! I thought you were my son! Dear me, how absurd!
gpt
Let us go on to the cottage, aunt,
human
Yes, do. I am looking every minute for William. Oh, you can tell me, Uncle Ben--did he reach the ferry last night?
gpt
Yes, madam,
human
Why, you alarm me! Why didn't he come home, then?
gpt
He did try--he did try! I begged him not to--but he would! Oh, dear! oh, dear!
human
Why, what in Heaven's name is the matter? What has happened? Is my son ill?
gpt
Tell her, Mr. Dulan--tell her! I could not, to save my life!
human
Where is William? Where is my son? Is he ill? Is he ill?
gpt
My dearest aunt, do try to compose yourself!
human
Where is my son? Where is he?
gpt
You cannot see him to-day----
human
Yet he was at the ferry-house last night! Great God! it cannot be! cried the mother, suddenly growing very pale and faint,
gpt
Oh, no! Merciful Providence--such sorrow cannot be in store for me? He is not----
human
Answer! answer! answer!
gpt
Is my son--is my son--dead?
human
He is in heaven, I trust,