human
There's no doubt about it, said the Major.
gpt
My battalion--the Sloggers, you know--absolutely take the biscuit. The --th are a very decent crush, and so are the --th and the --th. They make up our brigade, you know. I shall just get back in time, and as soon as I arrive we have orders to leave Barbillier to support Dashwood's Brigade, which has been awfully cut up in this last business.
human
Confound that old gasbag! muttered Dennis, leaning across the table to Wetherby.
gpt
That's the way information gets about--he's no right to be talking like that.
human
Certainly not, replied Wetherby,
gpt
You see, what really happened was this, continued the red-faced Major,
human
Dashwood's Brigade was at ----
gpt
You'll excuse me, sir, said a voice,
human
Eh, what! stuttered the field officer, looking at the single star that adorned Dennis's cuff, and waxing furious.
gpt
What the dickens is the service coming to? Do you know who I am, sir?