human
For shame, Frederic! said Doctor Stephen, chidingly.
gpt
Is that the way to go to war? With such a sorrowful mien, with tearful eyes? I should have believed you had more courage.
human
Do you think, Herr Doctor, that I am afraid? It is a real delight to me to take the musket on my shoulder, and go to war. But my poor master! This is going to cost him his life, even before he meets the enemy.
gpt
Well, that is by no means certain, said the doctor, while Frau Stephen, who was entirely of Frederic's opinion, pressed her handkerchief to her eyes.
human
Perhaps he will hold out better than we all think. I tell you once more, he is not so very ill as you imagine, and this soldier-life will tear him away from his studies, which, in any event, is a fortunate thing.
gpt
He will not endure it, persisted Frederic with a mournful shake of the head;
human
--here that fearful, bearish nature, so deplored by Mr. Atkins, broke forth anew in Frederic,--
gpt
Well, well; wait until you are in France! cried the doctor, retreating from the furious pantomime Frederic enacted after these words.
human
You certainly will have to wait before you can offer such a propitiatory sacrifice to the manes of your master. So far as I know, he has served his year in the volunteer army, and he still remains alive.
gpt
That was ten years ago, replied Frederic, still more despairingly.
human
At that time he was much stronger and more healthy than I, and still he lay for some time in the hospital. Well, there is no help for it now! Good-by, Herr Doctor, good-by, Frau Doctorin! he cordially stretched out both huge hands, and in spite of his efforts to keep them back, tears streamed down his cheeks.
gpt
You have been very kind to me during these last three years; when I return I will try to repay you; if _I_ cannot--may God reward you!