human
What the deuce be doin' now?
gpt
Man alive! A marvel! Look here--to think I have passed this stone a hundred times and never noticed!
human
Let that bide! called out the master sharply.
gpt
What be 'bout, delving theer?
human
I forgot you didn't know. I was coming to see you on my way to the Moor. I wanted a drink and a handshake. We mustn't be enemies, and I'm heartily sorry for what I said--heartily. But here's a fitting object to build new friendship on. I just caught sight of the incisions through a fortunate gleam of early morning light. Come this side and see for yourself. To think you had what a moorman would reckon good fortune at your gate and never guessed it!
gpt
Fortune at my gate? Wheer to? I aint heard nothin' of it.
human
Here, man, here! D' you see this post?
gpt
Not bein' blind, I do.
human
Yet you were blind, and so was I. There 's excuse for you--none for me. It's a cross! Yes, a priceless old Christian cross, buried here head downward by some profane soul in the distant past, who found it of size and shape to make a gate-post. They are common enough in Cornwall, but very rare in Devon. It's a great--a remarkable discovery in fact, and I'm right glad I found it on your threshold; for we may be friends again beside this symbol fittingly enough--eh, Will?
gpt
Bother your rot, answered the other coldly, and quite unimpassioned before Martin's eloquence.
human
You doubted my judgment not long since and said hard things and bad things; now I take leave to doubt yours. How do 'e knaw this here 's a cross any more than t' other post the gate hangs on?