human
The Riding Metcalfs are in Ripley, by your leave,
gpt
I’m vastly glad to hear it. Miss Grant has told me of their loyalty. Well?
human
Master Christopher lies wounded in the tavern—he that carried the message so well. It seems a shame that he should stay there with only men to nurse him.
gpt
Ah, Master Christopher! I’ve heard of him, Why do you bring the news to me, girl, instead of to your mistress?
human
Because, my lady, she’s deep in love with him, and does not know it. I’d as lief meet a she-wolf in the open as talk of him to the mistress.
gpt
You’ve a head on your shoulders, child, and a face rather too pretty for the snares of this world. I thank you for the news.