human
Pshaw, you Calembours again--what sets you prowling about again like a cat on the leads, or, rather a hungry jackal in a graveyard?
gpt
A truce to your riddles, and say what you've got to say--though why you can't come out with it openly, I can't conceive.
human
Find, then, my little meaning, whispered the chevalier, impressively.
gpt
In two words, you shall be _au courant_ with the affair. We have come here to push our fortune, but the jade flouts us, and ranks herself under the standard of the foe. Let us follow her thither. For you and for me there is neither North nor South, Federal nor Confederate. Soldiers of Fortune, we follow wherever glory leads the way, and victory fills the pocket. What of this last bagatelle of a victory to-day? We have escaped with our skins to-day; to-morrow we will loose them. No, _mon ami_, the South will win the day; so join we the Southern chivalry as becomes _chevaliers d'honneur_.
human
Why, you precious scoundrel! I always thought you somewhat of a puppy, but to propose this to me, an Englishman and a gentleman! Draw, you treacherous hound--draw, and defend yourself!