human
Goodness gracious! Mr M'Whirter, cried she with a giggle--Edith never looked well when she giggled--
gpt
What _have_ you been doing with yourself?
human
I am not aware, Miss Bogle, that there is anything very extraordinary
gpt
O dear, no! I beg your pardon for laughing, but really you look so funny! I have been so used, you know, to see you in a black coat, that the contrast is rather odd. Pray forgive my ignorance, Mr M'Whirter, but what _is_ that dress?
human
The uniform of the Mid-Lothian Yeomanry Cavalry, madam. We are going into quarters next week.
gpt
How very nice! Do you know it is one of the prettiest jackets I ever saw? Don't you think so, Mr Roper?
human
Veway much so, replied Roper, reconnoitring me calmly through his eyeglass.
gpt
A veway handsome turn-out indeed. 'Pon my honour, I had no idea they got up things so cleverly in the fencibles
human
Yeomanry, if you please, Lieutenant Roper!
gpt
Ah, yes! Yeomanry--so it is. I say, M'Whirter, 'pon my soul, do you know, you look quite killing! Do, like a good fellow, just march to the corner of the room, and let us have a look at you on the other side.
human
Oh do, Mr M'Whirter!
gpt
You'll excuse me, Roper, for not going through drill just now. If you like to come to the review, you shall see how our regiment can behave. At any rate, we shall be happy to see you at mess.
human
Oh suttingly, suttingly! Veway good things those yeomanry messes. Always a deal of claret, I believe.
gpt
And pray, Mr M'Whirter, what rank do you hold in that distinguished corps?
human
A full private, Miss Bogle.
gpt
Goodness gracious!--then you're not even an officer!
human
A private of the yeomanry, Miss Bogle, is, let me inform you, totally independent of rank. We enrol ourselves for patriotism, not for pay. We are as honourable a body as the Archers of the Scots Guard, the Cavaliers of Dundee, or the Mousquetaires
gpt
How romantic and nice! I declare, you are quite a D'Artagnan!
human
Don't they pay you? said Roper.
gpt
Why, to say the truth, replied I, hesitatingly,
human
I am not furnished with a horse as yet. I am just going to look out for one at some of the livery stables.
gpt
My dear friend, said Roper, with augmented interest,
human
I strongly recommend you to do nothing of the kind. These fellows will, to a dead certainty, sell you some sort of a brute that is either touched in the wind or dead lame; and I can tell you it is no joke to be spilt in a charge of cavalry.
gpt
Young Piccolomini, known by his plume And his long hair, gave signal for the trenches; Himself leapt first, the regiment all plunged after. His charger, by a halbert gored, reared up, Flung him with violence off, and over him The horses, now no longer to be curbed