human
What are you doing, sir?
gpt
Getting ready for the road. Michael is too easy-going to be trusted single-handed; and York, I tell you, needs the Prince.
human
It will see him none the sooner if you die by the roadside now, instead of waiting till you’re healed.
gpt
But Michael—you do not know him. He means so well and dares so much; but the first pretty face that looks out o’ window draws him.
human
To be frank, he is in no danger of that kind, said Miss Bingham demurely.
gpt
He lies in the next room and talks to me as Colonel Lovelace might—deft flattery and homage and what not. I thought all Cavaliers were smooth of tongue, as he is—until I met my Puritan.
human
You said that he had gone to seek Rupert.
gpt
Oh, I said. What will not women say? Their tongues are wayward.
human
For my part, give me men,