human
What, Mr. Hazeldean, have you just left your brother's house? Is it possible?
gpt
Why, you advised me to go there, and I did. I scarcely knew what I was about. I am very glad I did go. Hang politics! hang the landed interest! what do I care for either now?
human
Foiled with Madame di Negra?
gpt
Never speak of her again! cried the Squire, fiercely.
human
And as to that ungrateful boy--but I don't mean to behave harshly to him--he shall have money enough to keep her if he likes--keep her from coming to me--keep him, too, from counting on my death, and borrowing post-obits on the Casino--for he'll be doing that next--no, I hope I wrong him there; I have been too good a father for him to count on my death already. After all, continued the Squire, beginning to relax,
gpt
True, sir, said he, gently;
human
Gentleman yonder? Why should he thrust his long nose into my family affairs? Who the devil is he?
gpt
Don't ask, sir. Pray let me act.