human
Sir--enough has been said, quoth the earl, rather coldly and haughtily, tired of the multiplied apologies and excuses of Titmouse.
gpt
I thank God, sir, that I am not hurt, though at my time of life a fall is not a slight matter. Sir, continued the earl, bitterly--again interrupting Titmouse--
human
With this, having cut Titmouse to the very quick, the earl motioned him towards the door. They soon entered the carriage; the door was closed; and, with a brace of footmen behind, away rolled these two truly distinguished subjects to pay their homage to Majesty--which might well be proud of such homage!--They both sat in silence for some time. At length--
gpt
Beg your Lordship's pardon, quoth Titmouse, with some energy;
human
Sir, I can appreciate your feelings. The sword was not to blame; and _you_ have my forgiveness,
gpt
Much obliged to your Lordship,