human
I must speak to you!
gpt
Madam! for mercy's sake! in the name of Heaven! what are you doing? you will ruin your reputation! Do return to the house! Come, come, let me escort you back!
human
I want to speak to you--I have decided to do so. Oh, mon Dieu! how awkwardly I do go about it, don't I? You must believe me more than ever a miserable creature! and yet there is nothing in it, not a thing; it's the truth, the pure truth, mon ami! You are the first man for whose sake I have forgotten--all that I am now forgetting! Yes, the first! Never has any other man heard from my lips a single word of tenderness, never! And you do not believe!
gpt
I believe you, I swear it--I swear that I esteem you--that I respect you as a beloved daughter--but listen to me; pray, listen! do not brave openly this pitiless world--return to the ball-room--I'll join you there soon, I promise you--but in the name of Heaven, do not compromise your fair fame!