human
Good. That's right. Rouse up. There's a wing of a fowl in the cupboard, left from the master's broth----
gpt
Angelique, he didn't touch it, to-day. Not even touch it.
human
But, will it ever be over? Day after day, just the same. Always that tossing to and fro, the queer, jumbled talk, the growing thinner--all of the dreadful signs of how he suffers. Angelique, if I could bear it for him! I am so young and strong and worth nothing to this world while he's so wise and good. Everybody who ever knew him must be the better for Uncle Hughie.
gpt
But I pray and pray and pray, and there comes no answer. He is never any better. You know that. You can't deny it. Always before when I have prayed the answer has come swift and sure, but now----
human
Take care, Margot. 'Tis not for us to judge the Lord's strange ways. Else were not you and me and the master shut up alone on this island, with no doctor near, and only our two selves to keep the dumb things in comfort, though, as for dumbness, hark yonder beast!
gpt
Reynard! Oh! I forgot. I shut him up because he would hang about the house and watch your poor chickens. If he'd stay in his own forest now, I would be so glad. Yet I love him----
human
Aye, and he loves you. Be thankful. Even a beastie's love is of God's sending. Go feed him. Here. The wing you'll not eat yourself.
gpt
Your father is still alive,