human
It is strange, she said with her wistful smile,
gpt
Why do you say so? Have you news?
human
Did I not once foresee a battle in the North? And men in strange uniforms?
gpt
Yes,
human
I think that battle will happen very soon,
gpt
You said that I should be there,--with that pale shadow in its shroud. Very well; only that I be given employment and live to see at least one battle, I care not whether I meet my weird in its winding-sheet. Because any man of spirit, and not a mouse, had rather meet his end that way than sink into dissolution in aged and toothless idleness.
human
If you were not a very young and untried soldier, said she,
gpt
Our last few days? You speak with a certainty--an authority----
human
I know the summons is coming very soon.
gpt
If I could but believe in your Scottish second-sight----
human
Would you be happy?
gpt
Happy! I should deem myself the most fortunate man on earth!--if I could believe your Scottish prophecy!
human
If that is all you require for happiness, John Drogue, said she in her low, still voice,