human
Hallo, young ones! what farce is this?
gpt
Farce, sir! retorted Little Grand, hotly--
human
Don't make me laugh, my dear boy, smiled Conran;
gpt
Mr. Grandison has grossly insulted me, I began,
human
You _sha'n't_, shouted Little Grand.
gpt
Do you dare to pretend I want to funk, you little contemptible----
human
My dear boys, pray don't, it is too fatiguing. Come, Grand, what is it all about?
gpt
I deny your right to question me, Major, retorted Little Grand, in a fury.
human
What have you to do with it? I mean to punish that young owl yonder--who didn't know how to drink anything but milk-and-water, didn't know how to say bo! to a goose, till I taught him--for very abominable impertinence, and I'll----
gpt
My impertinence! I like that! I shouted.
human
It is your unwarrantable, overbearing self-conceit, that makes you the laughing-stock of all the mess, which----
gpt
Silence! said Conran's still stern voice, which subdued us into involuntary respect.
human
No more of this nonsense! Put up those pistols, Ruthven. You are two hot-headed, silly boys, who don't know for what you are quarrelling. Live a few years longer, and you won't be so eager to get into hot water, and put cartridges into your best friends. No, I shall not hear any more about it. If you do not instantly give me your words of honor not to attempt to repeat this folly, as your senior officer I shall put you under arrest for six weeks.