human
Jerry and I like Botticelli and caviar sandwiches and street songs and Egypt, and Roger does not,
gpt
I can talk better to you than to Roger, she confided to me one day on the rocks;
human
You see, Roger would not like it, even if it _was_ the custom, so I could not, anyway.
gpt
That is very amiable of you,
human
It is strange how I always think of what he would like, she added, with perfect sincerity, I am sure.
gpt
One day when he would not let me have any more bread--it was so bad for my voice, you know--I got very angry and spoke crossly to him, but still he would not, and I told him that since he did not want me to sing he had better let me spoil my voice, if I wanted to--and you would think he would, would you not, Jerry?
human
No, I answered soberly,
gpt
Yes. But that day I was so angry, I planned how much more free I should be if he were to die--was it not terrible, Jerry?--and then I got so interested I could not stop, and I made a dying sickness for him like my father's, and Miss Buxton came, and then I got a black frock like Hester when my father died, and then we--you and I--made a grave for him with my father's grave on the little point, and then (this was all in my mind, you see, Jerry) I was so sad I cried and cried--as I do in _Marguerite_, all over my cheeks, and then, what do you think?
human
Heavens, child, what can I think? I don't know,
gpt
Why, she said simply,
human
I felt so badly that I went to Roger (in my mind) to tell him about it and show him the beautiful grave we had made and my black frock (I had a little pointed bonnet with white under the front, like the widows in Paris) and suddenly I remembered that I could not show him--he would be dead! You see that would have been very bad, for I had been planning all the time that he would be there to--to--well, _that he would be there_! You see what I mean, don't you, Jerry? Roger has to be there.
gpt
Yes, I see, I said, very low, filled with sickening shame,
human
And yet he was very cross to me about the bread, she burst out childishly.
gpt
Why do I think he has to be there, Jerry? He cannot talk to me nearly so nicely as you can--he does not understand. Why must he be there?
human
Because you love him, you silly Margarita!
gpt
That must be it,