human
You are right, sir; you are quite right not to read those infamous Jacobin journals. I looked up, and gave no answer. He continued:
gpt
A sailor?
human
Yes, sir.
gpt
And have seen service?
human
Yes.
gpt
You are still in active service?
human
No.
gpt
Tell those blackguards yonder not to annoy me with their low songs!
human
Whom else should I mean,
gpt
But we may drink and sing if we like, and to whom we like, said the young man.
human
One as blackguardly as the other! cried the gray-beard tauntingly; and a wine-glass, that flew at his head from the hand of the dark-haired youth, was the immediate rejoinder. Slowly wiping his forehead, which bled and dripped with the spilled wine, the old man said quite quietly
gpt
To-morrow, at the Cap Verd!
human
Sir, you have been witness to the insult; be witness also to the satisfaction. Here is my address: I shall expect you at five o'clock. Good-night, Monsieur l'Abbé! To-morrow, there will be one Jacobin less, and one lost soul the more. Good-night!