human
Good heavens! he cried,
gpt
Do not talk to me--I am almost mad as it is: I could not rest--I could not brave quiet, solitude,--still less, the face of my father--I could not!--but quick, what says he?--What excuse has he? Tell me everything--I will cling to a straw.
human
And is this the proud Florence Lascelles?
gpt
No,--it is the humbled Florence Lascelles. I have done with pride--speak to me!
human
Ah, what a treasure is such a heart! How can he throw it away?
gpt
Does he deny?
human
He denies nothing--he expresses himself rejoiced to have escaped--such was his expression--a marriage in which his heart never was engaged. He is unworthy of you--forget him.
gpt
What will the servants think?--what excuse can we make?
human
I am ill--ill,