human
swore the chevalier, wiping his moist mustache with a brown, bony hand, whose only remnant of aristocracy was the magnificent solitaire which still glittered upon the little finger.
gpt
Silence, you rascal! What better life does a brave soldier expect? Do your duty in the field and don't growl in the camp, and when good luck comes you will deserve it,
human
grumbled the chevalier.
gpt
Three months of glory without gold is enough for me.
human
You are a mercenary dog, cried St. Udo;
gpt
hissed Calembours.
human
Never, chevalier.
gpt
Know you why?
human
Not I, indeed.
gpt
I love you, _mon ami_, by gar! I could not betray you for any sum.
human
Generous man. But don't ruin your prospects for the sake of honesty, who is such a lax companion of yours that he is scarce worth such a sacrifice.
gpt
Doubtless, such as it is. By Jove! here come letters from home. One for you, Calembours, a budget for me. Huzzah!