human
Well, Sedley, I forgot,--what about the man? Did he tell you anything?
gpt
I do believe if a fellow once allows a girl to get into his head, ever so little, he's in a sort of way drunk--worse than drunk--systematically foolish, said honest Sedley, philosophizing.
human
I've been doing nothing but idiotic things ever since church time yesterday.
gpt
Well, but what did he say?
human
He took the pound, and devil a thing he said. He wouldn't tell anything about them. I give you leave to laugh at me. I know I'm the greatest ass on earth, and I think he's the ugliest brute I ever saw, and the most uncivil; and, by Jove, if I stay here much longer, I think he'll get all my money from me. He doesn't ask for it, but I go on giving it to him; I can't help it; the beast!
gpt
Isn't there a saying about a sage, or something and his money being soon parted? asked Cleve.
human
I think if I were so much gone about a girl as you are, and on such easy terms with that fellow, and tipped him so handsomely, I'd have learned her name, at least, before now.
gpt
I can't; everything goes wrong with me. Why should I risk my reason, and fall in love with the moon? The girl wouldn't look at me; by Jove, she'll never even _see_ me; and it's much better so, for nothing can possibly come of it, but pain to me, and fun to every one else. The late train does not stop at our station. I can't go to-night; but, by Jove, I'll be off in the morning. I _will_. Don't you think I'm right, Cleve?
human
Right, Tom; always a philosopher! Nothing like the radical cure, in such a case, absence. If the cards won't answer, try the dice, if they won't do, try the balls. I'm afraid this is a bad venture; put your heart to sea in a sieve! No, Tom, that precious freightage is for a more substantial craft. I suppose you have seen your last of the young lady, and it would be a barren fib of friendship to say that I believe you have made any impression. Therefore, save yourself, fly, and try what absence will do, and work and play, and eating and drinking, and sleeping abundantly in a distant scene, to dissipate the fumes of your intoxication, steal you away from the enchantress, and restore you to yourself. Therefore I echo--go.
gpt
I'm sure you think it, though you're half joking,
human
Well, let us come on. I've half a mind to go up myself and have a peep at the refectory,
gpt
To what purpose?
human
Archæology,
gpt
If you go in there, after what occurred this morning, by Jove, _I_'ll not wait for you,
human
Well, come along; there's no harm, I suppose, in passing by. The Queen's highway, I hope, isn't shut up,