human
So Blake has given in at last, said the Squire.
gpt
Pity he didn’t learn that lesson years ago.
human
That is true, sir, said Miss Bingham gravely.
gpt
With a broken heart, there’s no shame in lying down by the wayside. He should have done it long since.
human
The jest will serve, Miss Bingham. We know Blake, and, believe me, he never had a heart to be broken. Whipcord and sinew—he rides till he drops, with no woman’s mawkishness to hinder him.
gpt
No mawkishness, she agreed.
human
I give you good-night, gentlemen. He needs me, if he is not to die before the dawn.
gpt
Oh, again your pardon, said the Governor roughly.
human
You played in Knaresborough—you were always playing—and we thought you light.
gpt
So I am, believe me, when men are able to take care of themselves. It is when they’re weak that I grow foolish and a nurse.
human
My wife is like that, he said, as if he had captured some new truth, unguessed by the rest of a dull world.
gpt
Ay, and my mother, God rest her. Memories of cradle-days return, when we are weak; they show their angel side.
human
There’s only one thing ails Miss Bingham—she’s a woman to the core of her. Eh, Metcalf, it must be troublesome to be a woman. I’d liefer take all my sins pick-a-back, and grumble forward under the weight, and be free of whimsies.