human
My face is a jovial mask, he gravely told her.
gpt
You should see the melancholy gloom that shrouds my mind.
human
I hope nothing has happened,
gpt
That's just the trouble, Miss Delarue. It's because nothing does happen here, and I have to endure the aching void, that I am filled with such melancholy.
human
Surely there was enough excitement yesterday and last night.
gpt
Ah, yesterday! That was something like! But it was yesterday, and to-day the deadly dullness is enough to turn the blood in one's veins to mud!
human
Then everything is quiet down-town? There is no more danger of trouble?
gpt
There is no danger of anything, except that every blessed person in the place may lie down in his tracks and fall into a hundred years' sleep. I assure you, Miss Delarue, the town is as peaceful as the plain out yonder, and birds in their little nests are not nearly so quiet as are the valiant warriors of Las Plumas.
human
Oh, that is good! I am very glad, on my father's account. He is so aggressive in his opinions that whenever there is any excitement of this kind I am anxious about him until the trouble is over. She hesitated a moment, her lips trembling on the verge of further speech, and he waited for her to go on.
gpt
Mr. Wellesly, she said, a note of uncertainty sounding in her voice,