human
Oh, Major Campbell, is it not a glorious thing to be a poet? And is it not a glorious thing to be a poet's wife? Oh, for the sake of that--if I could but see him honoured, appreciated, famous, as he will be some day! Though I think (and she spoke with all a woman's pride)
gpt
Famous? Yes, answered Campbell, with an abstracted voice, and then rejoined quickly,
human
If you could but see that, what then?
gpt
Why then, said she, with a half smile (for she had nearly entrapped herself into an admission of what she was determined to conceal)--
human
Happy children! said he, after a pause, and half to himself,
gpt
Do you really think so? But flattery used not to be one of your sins. Ah, I wish you could give me some advice about how I am to teach them.
human
So it is she who has the work of education, not he!
gpt
My dear madam, what can a confirmed old bachelor like me know about children?
human
Oh, don't you know (and she gave one of her pretty Irish laughs)
gpt
(and she spoke earnestly again)
human
Where on earth can Mellot and Mr. Vavasour be?
gpt
Oh, never mind! Mr. Mellot has gone wandering down the glen with his apparatus, and my Elsley has gone wandering after him, and will find him in due time, with his head in a black bag, and a great bull just going to charge him from behind, like that hapless man in 'Punch.' I always tell Mr. Mellot that will be his end.