human
Nay, sir, give it to me! cried the Commandant, stooping by the quay's edge.
gpt
I shall esteem it an honour to grasp the hand of one who comes from Fort Carillon--who was wounded for France in her hour of victory. Your name, my friend?--for the messengers who brought word of you yesterday had not heard it, or perhaps had forgotten.
human
My name is a Cleeve, monsieur.
gpt
A Clive? a Clive? It is unknown to me, and yet it has a good sound, and should belong to _un homme Men ne_? He turned inquiringly towards his brother, a mild, elderly man with a scholar's stoop and a face which assorted oddly with his uniform of captain of militia, being shrivelled as parchment and snuff-dried and abstracted in expression as though he had just lifted his eyes from a book.
human
A Clive, Etienne. From what province should our friend derive?
gpt
There was a family of that name in the Quercy; so late, I think, as 1650. I had supposed it to be extinct. It bore arms counterpaly argent and gules, a canton ermine--
human
My brother, sir, the Commandant interrupted,
gpt
If M. le Commandant will excuse me--
human
Eh, eh?--an awkward question, no doubt, to put to many a young man of family now serving with the colours? The Commandant chuckled knowingly.
gpt
But I have an eye, sir, for nice shades, and an ear too. _Verbum sapienti satis_. A sergeant, they tell me--and of the Bearnais; but until we have cured you, sir, and the active list again claims you, you are Monsieur a Clive and my guest. We shall talk, so, upon an easier footing. Tut-tut! I have eyes in my head, I repeat. And this Indian of yours--how does he call himself?
human
Menehwehna, monsieur. He is an Ojibway.
gpt
And you and he have come by way of the Wilderness? Now what puzzles me--
human
Papa! interposed the girl gently, laying a hand on her father's sleeve;
gpt
You say well, my child. A thousand pardons, sir. Here, Bedard! Jeremie!