human
Is it you, Sarah?
gpt
Yes, sir. Will you come to supper, please, sir?
human
No; I shall not be in to-night; I shall sleep in the mill. So lock the doors, and tell your mistress to go to bed.
gpt
You have your household in proper order, observed Malone approvingly, as, with his fine face ruddy as the embers over which he bent, he assiduously turned the mutton chops.
human
You are not under petticoat government, like poor Sweeting, a man--whew! how the fat spits! it has burnt my hand--destined to be ruled by women. Now you and I, Moore--there's a fine brown one for you, and full of gravy--you and I will have no gray mares in our stables when we marry.
gpt
I don't know; I never think about it. If the gray mare is handsome and tractable, why not?
human
The chops are done. Is the punch brewed?
gpt
There is a glassful. Taste it. When Joe Scott and his minions return they shall have a share of this, provided they bring home the frames intact.