human
On Candlemas Day, you should see a white horse a mile off,
gpt
Talking softly of the future, Looking o'er the golden sands, Towards a never-fading city, Builded not with earthly hands.
human
Well, to be sure! My man wouldn't let me come no sooner--'tis his fault, not mine. But I did want to know which of them lads o' ours told his tale the Tightest. Here's Seth will have it you've had a thousand left you by the year, and Ben he saith young Master Floriszoon's to be a lord.
gpt
Dear! I hope not,
human
Well! but they're a-saying so much all up and down the King's Street, I can tell you.
gpt
How could it have crept forth? said Edith.
human
Then 'tis true? Eh, but I'm as glad as if I'd had forty shillings left me,--I am, so! cried Mrs Abbott; and she was sincere, for a fresh subject for conversation was worth quite that to her.
gpt
And is it true, as our Seth said, that you've a fine house and a park in Northamptonshire come to you, and fifteen hundred head o' red deer and a lake to fish in?
human
Quite true, said Robert Lewthwaite, with a grave bow,
gpt
And jewels worth ever so many thousands, as our Ben saith, for Mistress Lettice, and ten Barbary horses o' th' best, and a caroche fine enough for the King's Majesty?
human
Ah, I would that last were true,
gpt
My mistress, the Barbary horses be all there saving ten, and the caroche is a-building in the air: as to the jewels, seeing they be Mistress Lettice's, I leave her to reply.