human
You may use harsh language to me, Lawrence, said Mrs. Cassilis--he never had used harsh language to any woman--
gpt
I have seen all your moods, Mrs. Cassilis, and I have a good memory. If you will show your husband that the surface of the ocean may be stormy sometimes, he will understand you a good deal better. Get up a little breeze for him.
human
I am certainly not going to have a vulgar quarrel with Mr. Cassilis.
gpt
A vulgar quarrel? Vulgar? Ah, vulgarity changes every five years or so. What a pity that vulgar quarrels were in fashion six years ago, Mrs. Cassilis!
human
Some men are not worth losing your temper about.
gpt
Thank you. I was, I suppose. It was very kind of you, indeed, to remind me of it, as you then did, in a manner at once forcible and not to be forgotten. Mr. Cassilis gets nothing, I suppose, but east wind, with a cloudless sky which has the sun in it, but only the semblance of warmth. I got a good sou'-wester. But take care, take care, Mrs. Cassilis! You have wantonly thrown away once what most women would have kept--kept, Mrs. Cassilis! I remember when I was kneeling at your feet years ago, talking the usual nonsense about being unworthy of you. Rubbish! I was more than worthy of you, because I could give myself to you loyally, and you--you could only pretend!
human
Go on, Lawrence. It is something that you regret the past, and something to see that you _can_ feel, after all.
gpt
Prick me and I sing out. That is natural. But we will have no heroics. What I mean is, that I am well out of it; and that you, Victoria Cassilis, are--forgive the plain speaking--a foolish woman.
human
Lawrence Colquhoun has the right to insult me as he pleases, and I must bear it.