human
It does no good, Philip; it only hurts us both when you talk so. I care for nothing and for no one but my art, and, poor as it is, it means everything to me, and you do not, and, of course, the man I am to marry, must. Then Carroll would talk, walking up and down, and looking very fierce and determined, and telling her how he loved her in such a way that it made her look even more proud and beautiful. And she would say more gently,
gpt
It is very fine to think that anyone can care for one like that, and very helpful. But unless I cared in the same way it would be wicked of me to marry you, and besides—— She would add very quickly to prevent his speaking again—
human
I don't want to marry you or anybody, and I never shall. I want to be free and to succeed in my work, just as you want to succeed in your work. So please never speak of this again.