human
Merle, Merle!
gpt
We don't go to-morrow. When Rugge sends for us (as he will do at daybreak), say so. You shall lodge us a few days longer, and then--and then--my little Sophy, kiss me, kiss me! You are saved at least from those horrid painted creatures!
human
Ah, ah! growled Merle from below,
gpt
he added, as he glanced at sundry weird and astrological symbols with which he had been diverting himself,