human
Under what strange taboo am I placed? said he gayly, as he laid his hand on her shrinking arm.
gpt
I inquire for Helen--she is ill, and can not see me. I come to sun myself in your presence, and you fly me as if gods and men had set their mark on my brow. Child!--child!--what is this? You are weeping?
human
Do not stay me now--do not speak to me,
gpt
Have you a grief, and under the shelter of my father's roof? A grief that you will not tell to me? Cruel!
human
Noble friend, forgive me. I have no grief, believe me, which--which I can tell to you. I was but thinking of my poor father when you came up; alarming myself about him, it may be, with vain superstitious fears; and so--even a slight surprise--your abrupt appearance, has sufficed to make me thus weak and foolish; but I wish to see my father!--to go home--home!
gpt
Your father is well, believe me, and pleased that you are here. No danger threatens him; and you, _here_, are safe.
human
I safe--and from what?