human
It is a bad night, sir.
gpt
But yes, exclaimed the Marquis.
human
I think I perish. Oh! that dreary tavern at your Monday Port. I think when I arrive there I prefer to perish. But this, this is the old Inn at the Red Oak, is it not? And it dates, yes,--from the year 1693? The old inn, eh, by the great tree?
gpt
Yes, certainly, Pembroke answered;
human
I? exclaimed Monsieur de Boisdhyver.
gpt
Oh, no! not I. I have heard from my friend who was here some years ago.
human
Oh, I see. And you have come far to-day?
gpt
From Coventry, monsieur--Monsieur--?
human
Pembroke,
gpt
Ah! yes, Monsieur Pembroke. A member of the household?
human
No--a friend.
gpt
I make a mistake, quickly interposed the traveller,
human
Pardon. I am come from Coventry, Monsieur Pembroke, in an everlasting an eternal stage, a monster of a carriage, monsieur. It is only a few days since that I arrive from France.
gpt
Ah, France!