human
It is good, said he, looking up into the witching face, above him,
gpt
And I was thinking it was good to see you work,--just for once.
human
Work! he exclaimed,
gpt
How ridiculous you are!
human
And how perfectly content!
gpt
Is anyone ever quite content?
human
Not unless they have found Arcadia,
gpt
Have you then?
human
Yes, he nodded complacently,
gpt
Are you--sure?
human
Quite sure!
gpt
Arcadia! she repeated, wrinkling her brows,
human
Arcadia, answered Bellew, watching the smoke rise up from his pipe, with a dreamy eye,
gpt
Arcadia is the--Promised Land,--the Land that everyone tries to find, sometime or other, and may be--anywhere.
human
And how came you to--find it?
gpt
By the most fortunate chance in the world.
human
Tell me, said Anthea, taking a wisp of hay, and beginning to plait it in dexterous, brown fingers,
gpt
Why then you must know, in the first place, he began in his slow, even voice,
human
Yes?
gpt
But, one day,--Fate, or Chance, or Destiny,--or their benevolent spirit, sent a certain square-shouldered Waggoner to show me the way, and, after him, a very small Porges,--bless him!--to lead me into this wonderful Arcadia.
human
Oh, I see!
gpt
But there is something more,
human
Oh?
gpt
Shall I tell you?
human
If--it is--very interesting.
gpt
Well then, in this delightful land there is a castle, grim, embattled, and very strong.
human
A castle?
gpt
The Castle of Heart's Desire.
human
Oh!
gpt
And so, continued Bellew,
human
I am waiting, very patiently, until, in her own good time, she who rules within, shall open the gate to me, or--bid me go away.