human
Who is that lady in the black velvet? asked the duke.
gpt
Strange face! Most unlike any I have ever seen before.
human
Where? Oh, with Harry Falconcourt? That is Miss Walsingham, my companion, adviser, censurer, and sheep-dog in general.
gpt
I haven't seen such a face in my life before, continued the young duke, with deepening earnestness;
human
I did not know you were such a physiognomist, said Lady Juliana.
gpt
Pray read _me_, my lord.
human
You would be sinking in the first storm, Lady Juliana.
gpt
Cousin Julie has suddenly subsided, said Harry Falconcourt, looking up to the head of the table.
human
A minute since she was sparkling as champagne, now she is tame as lemonade. What do you suppose has occurred, Miss Walsingham? A mutiny between her subjects?
gpt
Extraordinary disposition of the Brand estates down in Surrey, said a voice opposite.
human
They all go to a woman as hideous as one of Macbeth's witches, and the only scion of the race must either marry her or lose them.
gpt
Is not that captain St. Udo Brand, of the Guards?
human
The same, major.
gpt
Fine soldier, brave man. Did you see the gallant mention of him in the latest _American War Gazette_? Cut his way through three thousand of the enemy with his handful of Vermonters.
human
A daring deed, major.
gpt
Nothing when you know the vast nature of the man. He needed such scenes as are described in the sickening records of war to stir up the lion in him, and to bring out the gentleness too. He is the darling of his company--many a cheer, and I'll not be afraid to say a blessing also has greeted him in his tender visits to his suffering boys.
human
You knew him at home here?
gpt
Knew Captain Brand? Like a brother, sir. Sad dog, but a noble man--a noble man.