human
Mamma, how wretched I have made you, all these months!
gpt
If your trouble's over now, my child, --she tenderly kisses her cheek,--
human
But I'm not happy, mamma. I can't be happy, thinking how wickedly unhappy I've been. No, no! I had better go back to the old wretched state again; it's all I'm fit for. I'm _so_ ashamed of myself. Send him away!
gpt
Nothing of the kind. I was requested to remain here six weeks ago, by a young lady. Besides, this is a public house. Come, I haven't finished the catalogue of my disagreeable qualities yet. I'm jealous. I want you to put that arm on _my_ shoulder. He gently effects the desired transfer, and then, chancing to look up, he discovers the Rev. Arthur Cummings on the threshold in the act of modestly retreating. He detains him with a great melodramatic start.
human
Hah! A clergyman! This is indeed ominous!