human
You have a fine vessel, my lord.
gpt
A good one, too,
human
How many tons' burden is she?
gpt
Two hundred and ten.
human
Shall I be greatly mistaken, added Ayrton,
gpt
Say seventeen, interposed the captain,
human
Seventeen! cried the quartermaster:
gpt
Not one, said the captain.
human
The Duncan is a real racing yacht, and is not to be beaten in any way.
gpt
Not even in sailing?
human
Not even in sailing.
gpt
Well, my lord, and you, captain, accept the compliments of a sailor who knows what a vessel is worth.
human
Thanks, Ayrton, replied Glenarvan;
gpt
I will think of it, my lord,