human
I shall remember this evening! she remarked.
gpt
The Lord has punished me for my curiosity as he chastised our mother Eve before me. However, added the good woman, relieving her mind with a fib,
human
I wished to give my niece the pleasure.
gpt
But where is Esther?
human
Sure enough! said O'Flannigan.
gpt
What has become of Miss Woodville?
human
But she must be sought! She must be found!
gpt
How was she dressed?
human
Useless to search for her. Miss Woodville has been carried off, or, rather, she has followed her abductor of her own free will. I divined that all this ridiculous rumpus had but one object,--to daze you and distract your attention. At the moment that I came to your relief I saw with my own eyes a brown domino with blue ribbons going towards one of the doors on the arm of a masked gentleman.
gpt
Esther! It is impossible, sir!
human
I beg your pardon, madam. And I can go further: I can give you the name of her abductor.
gpt
Who was it?
human
Lord Mowbray.
gpt
As you seem to know so much, said O'Flannigan,
human
Mr. Fisher!
gpt
At your service. This is Prospero's beard in the 'Tempest.'
human
Well done! said O'Flannigan.
gpt
The Shakespeare accessories have been largely plundered this evening! But tell us, Fisher, what leads you to suppose that Lord Mowbray has designs upon Miss Woodville?
human
I have had proofs enough, replied Fisher mysteriously;
gpt
Merciful Heaven! what shall I do?
human
You had better warn your son,
gpt
Reuben! He will overwhelm me with reproaches!
human
Never mind what he says. He is the betrothed of his cousin; he is energetic and courageous; if any one is capable of snatching the girl from impending doom, it is he. There is not a moment to be lost.
gpt
But where shall we find him?
human
As to that, replied Fisher,
gpt
To Chelsea! Then the horses set off at full speed towards the left, narrowly escaping running over people. There was still another version which a page had to tell. It was the same masked man and the domino in the same colors; only the affair had taken place at one of the little side-doors of the Pantheon. Instead of the coach a sedan-chair had carried off the fugitive towards the right, in the direction of the city. In affairs of the kind there are always points of difference among the witnesses. Who was to be believed? Evidently those who had recognized Hackman and heard the address given to the coachman. It was towards the
human
Folly