human
At all events _he_ must be a delusion,
gpt
No, sir, 'e ain't; wery much the rewerse.--But you mustn't speak, sir; the doctor said we was on no account to talk to you.
human
But just tell me who he is, I pleaded earnestly;
gpt
I can't rest unless I know.
human
Well, sir, I s'pose it won't do no 'arm to tell you that 'e's a Pasha-- Sanda Pasha by name--a hold and hintimate friend of mine,--the Scotch boy, you know, that I used to tell you about. We are livin' in one of 'is willas. 'E's in disgrace, is Sanda Pasha, just now, an' superseded. The day you was took bad, sir, Russians came into the willage, an' w'en I come back I found 'em swarmin' in the 'ouses an' loop-'oling the walls for defence, but Sanda Pasha came down on 'em with a harmy of Turks an' drove 'em out. 'E's bin a-lickin' of 'em all up an' down the country ever since, but the other Pashas they got jealous of 'im, specially since 'e's not a real Turk born, an' the first rewerse that come to 'im--as it will come to every one now an' again, sir--they left 'im in a fix instead of sending 'im reinforcements, so 'e was forced to retreat, an' the Sultan recalled 'im. It do seem to me that the Turkish Government don't know good men when they've got 'em; an', what's more, don't deserve to 'ave 'em. But long before these things 'appened, w'en 'e found that you was my master an' Ivanka our friend, 'e sent us to the rear with a strong guard, an' 'ere we are now in one of 'is willas, in what part o' the land is more than I can tell--near Gallipopolly, or somethink like that, I believe.
gpt
So, then, we are prisoners?
human
Well, I s'pose we are, sir, or somethink o' the sort, but, bless your 'art, sir, it's of no manner of consiquence. We are treated like princes and live like fighting-cocks.--But you mustn't talk, sir, you mustn't indeed, for the doctor gave strict orders that we was to keep you quiet.