human
Aunt Priscilla!
gpt
Oh!--it's you? she exclaimed, just as though she hadn't known it all along.
human
Dear me! Mr. Bellew,--how lonely you look, and dreadfully thoughtful,--good gracious! and she glanced up at him with her quick, girlish smile.
gpt
I suppose you are wondering what I am doing out here at this unhallowed time of night--it must be nearly eleven o'clock. Oh dear me!--yes you are!--Well, sit down, and I'll tell you. Let us sit here,--in the darkest corner,--there. Dear heart!--how bright the moon is to be sure.
human
Well, Mr. Bellew, she began,
gpt
So then--you know he comes?
human
Why of course I do. And I love to hear the jingle of his spurs, and to watch the glitter of his sabre. So, every year, I come here, and sit among the shadows, where he can't see me, and watch him go march, march, marching up and down, and to and fro, until the clock strikes twelve, and he goes marching home again. Oh dear me!--it's all very foolish, of course,--but I love to hear the jingle of his spurs.
gpt
And--have you sat here watching him, every year?
human
Every year!
gpt
And he has never guessed you were watching him?
human
Good gracious me!--of course not.
gpt
Don't you think, Aunt Priscilla, that you are--just a little--cruel?
human
Cruel--why--what do you mean?
gpt
I gave him your message, Aunt Priscilla.
human
What message?
gpt
That 'to-night, the peaches were riper than ever they were.'
human
Oh!