human
You’re a lad at the game o’ war, went on Drinkwater.
gpt
The last laugh is with us, I reckon. We shall keep a stricter watch than ever on the Castle.
human
Perhaps I lied,
gpt
Most men do, but not you, I fancy. You’ve a babe’s sort of innocence about you. Now, listen to me. You can go free if you repeat that message.
human
I stay bound,
gpt
He sent it on by a slip of ladydom—a King Charles sort o’ lass, every inch of her, all pricked out with airs and graces. The lad seemed fair daft about her, judging by his looks.
human
Thanks, friend, said Drinkwater grimly.
gpt
See you, lad, you can go free to kiss her at the gate to-night, if you’ll tell us what Lady Ingilby knows by now.
human
You lout,