human
Don't look so grave, Mrs. Lyndsay, said old Boreas.
gpt
In ten days we may reach Quebec. I hear Sam ringing the bell for dinner. I thought I would give you a little treat, and have ordered the cook to prepare for us a dog's body.
human
A dog's body!--Captain, you could not be so cruel! She glanced round the deck. Oscar was lying near her, his red eyes gleaming affectionately upon her through his tangled locks.
gpt
You have not, surely, ordered the poor Northumbrian's brindled slut to be killed, to give a taste of fresh meat?
human
Why not? said Boreas, with a grin.
gpt
To be sure, she is not in prime condition. But those three fine pups of hers are as fat as butter. The Chinese eat dog, and why should not we?
human
You are not in earnest!
gpt
Ask Sam.