human
How well she writes, says Elsa, who is sorry that she can find nothing to complain of in the letter, and with the firm resolve not to let her jealousy be perceived in the slightest, she continues:
gpt
I should be sorry if our foolish lovers' traditions should prevent you from amusing yourself a little, my poor Erwin. She had taken up some fancy work and seemed to ponder over a difficulty in it.
human
Pray go over to Traunberg and invite Linda to dinner Sunday.
gpt
You send me away, Elsa--you--to-day--on our wedding-day?
human
Ah! do not be childish, Erwin, cries she.
gpt
It is not suited to our age now.
human
Elsa, he whispers once more before the servant enters, but with such intolerable cordiality she says,
gpt
Well, Erwin? that he turns away his head and calls to the servant, who just then appears,
human
Tell Franz to saddle my horse.