human
You will do nothing of the kind, Mr. Headley! cried Lucia.
gpt
Is he not mad, Major Campbell, quite mad?
human
I know I am mad, my dear Mrs. Vavasour; I have been so a long time: but Snowdon ponies are in their sober senses,--and I shall take one of them.
gpt
Fulfil the old pun?--Begin beside yourself, and end beside your horse! I am sure he is not strong enough to sit over those rocks. No, you shall stay at home comfortably here; Valencia and I will take care of you.
human
And mon Saint Père too. I have a thousand things to say to him.
gpt
And so has he to Queen Whims.
human
John Jones Clerk,