human
I suppose I love my Godfrey, but he seems not to be the same as yours. I can't put it better than that. And you love yours, and not mine. I think that's all we can say about it.
gpt
That's not true about me. I like yours best--if I know what you mean. He was a man, anyhow. But then I know it's wicked to feel like that.
human
Of course you must think it wicked--I quite see that--but you do understand more than I thought, she said.
gpt
And you won't think I'm abusing him? It wouldn't seem wicked to me at all--if I'd happened on the right man. But I didn't. That's all. And this way of ending it seems somehow to--to defile it all. The end spoils it all. That seems to me shamefully unfair. He had a right to go, but he had no right to be ashamed. And he is ashamed, and almost makes me ashamed. I could almost hate him for it.
human
We've made him ashamed. You must hate us.
gpt
I like you. And--no--how could I hate your father and mother? They made me no promise; I've given nothing to them on the strength of a promise. But to him I've given everything I had; not much, I know, but still--everything.
human
Yes, that's true, she said. Then she came out abruptly with what had been behind her spoken words for the last ten minutes, with what she had to say before she could bring herself to leave Winnie.
gpt
At any rate, you've pluck. Godfrey's a coward.
human
Don't! Where does it leave me? Oh yes, it's true about him, I suppose. That's my blunder.
gpt
I'll go. You must have had enough of the lot of us!