human
What do you think, Jack? I said, as he was tucking me up for the night.
gpt
Billy has been telling me what I was talking about in my fever, and says one thing I discoursed about was a little girl who was being run away with by a pony.
human
Yes, said Jack, laughing;
gpt
I heard that. It was quite a new light for you, old man, to be dreaming of that sort of romantic thing.
human
But it really happened once,
gpt
No! where? I thought the Henniker and Mrs Nash were the only lady friends you ever had? Where was it?
human
At Packworth, of all places, I said.
gpt
It was that day I went over to try and find you out--just before we came up to London, you know. I was walking back to Brownstroke, and met the pony bolting down the road.
human
What sort of little girl was it?
gpt
I can't exactly tell you. She was so frightened I had hardly time to look at her. But--
human
What sort of pony?
gpt
A grey one--and a jolly little animal, too! I said.
human
But why do you ask?
gpt
Only, said Jack, with a peculiar smile,
human
What! I exclaimed, in amazement,
gpt
It is queer, said Jack;
human
Yes, there was.
gpt
Yes; that was Mrs Shield. The pony took fright as she was walking beside it, and Mary would have come to grief to a dead certainty, so they both say, if a young gentleman hadn't rushed up and stopped it. Why, Fred, old man, said he, taking my hand,
human
I little thought I owed you all that!
gpt
Jack, I said,
human
I think it's almost time you and I gave up talking about what we owe to one another. But, I added, after a moment,