human
By 'r Lady, said the old knight,
gpt
How well he talks on all subjects! said Arderne;
human
How beautiful were those verses he wrote this morning!
gpt
If he did write them, said Martin,
human
said Charlotte:
gpt
Why not another as well as he, lady mine? said Martin, archly;
human
Nay, said Charlotte,
gpt
I know not wherefore, but sure I feel that none but he could have penned that sonnet.
human
Gramercy, said Martin,
gpt
he continued, shrewdly glancing at Arderne,
human
I confess the lad hath made a singular impression upon me, said Arderne,
gpt
Let us hear his verse again, said Sir Hugh.
human
Come, Martin, thou hast a voice, thou shalt read it.
gpt
Ahem, said Martin.
human
I am no hand at a stanza; I shall mar the good verse, I fear me. Nevertheless, I will essay it.