human
G. D. the young man gravely said.
gpt
My name Is Gervase Deane. Your servant, if you please.
human
Oh, Sir, indeed I know you, for your fame For exploits in the field has reached my ears. I did not know you wounded and returned.
gpt
But just come back, Madam. A silly prick To gain me such unearned Holiday making. And you, it appears, Must be Sir Everard's lady. And my fears At being caught a-trespassing were quick.
human
You are forgiven, Mr. Deane. Even more, I offer you the fishing, and am proud That you should find it pleasant from this shore. Nobody fishes now, my husband used To angle daily, and I too with him. He loved the spotted trout, and pike, and dace. He even had a whim That flies my fingers tied swiftly confused The greater fish. And he must be excused, Love weaves odd fancies in a lonely place.