human
How have you kept heart so long?
gpt
And you, sir—how have you kept heart so long?
human
Oh, I was astride a horse, plying a sword or what not. It was all easy-going; but for you here——
gpt
For me there was the bigger venture. You have only one right hand for the spear. I have control of scores. My dear soldiery are pleased to love me—I know not why—and power is sweet. You will believe, sir, that all this is pastime to me.
human
Rough pastime, I should call it, he said,
gpt
You’re in love, Mr. Metcalf—finely in love, I think, with some chit of a girl who may or may not deserve it. There was a reverence in your voice when you spoke of women.
human
There’s none else for me,