human
I had really finished what I was saying,
gpt
I only wanted to know if the situation were serious,
human
Serious, Miss Bellington? Wiley looked at her seriously.
gpt
To kill a human being while violating the law?
human
Mr. Wiley considers it entirely a question of how the case is managed,
gpt
To be absolutely candid, Wiley continued,
human
Pathos has never been my strong point,
gpt
The great danger is her own attitude, said Miss Bennett to Eleanor.
human
She doesn't seem to care whether she's convicted or not.
gpt
I don't believe you want me for a few minutes, Mr. Wiley. I want to speak to Eleanor.
human
Aren't lawyers terrible, Eleanor? Here I am--I've killed a man! Why shouldn't I go to prison? I'm not quixotic. I didn't want to be convicted, but Wiley shocks me, assuming that I can't be because I'm a woman and rich and he can play on the jury.
gpt
I should not say that he assumed that you were safe, Lydia.
human
Oh, yes, he does! Don't be like Benny. She sees me in stripes at once. What Wiley means is that as long as I am fortunate enough to have the benefit of his services I'm perfectly safe, not because I did not mean to kill Drummond, but because he, Wiley, will make the jury cry over me. Isn't that disgusting?
gpt
Yes, it is,
human
Oh, Eleanor, you are such a comfort! said Lydia, and began to cry. Eleanor had never seen her cry before. She did it very gently, without sobs, and after a few minutes controlled herself again, and tucked away her handkerchief and said,
gpt
Do you think everyone would hate to have a car that had killed someone! I shall never drive again, and yet I couldn't sell it--couldn't take money for it. Will you accept it, Eleanor? You wouldn't have to drive the way I did, you know.
human
You ought to go back and talk to Mr. Wiley, my dear.
gpt
I don't care much what happens to me,
human
Lydia, I hope that you will come out all right, but you don't know Dan O'Bannon as I do, and----
gpt
You think he will want to convict me?
human
Not you personally, of course. But he believes in the law. He wants to believe in its honesty and equality. He suffered last month, I know, in convicting a delivery-wagon driver, and his offense wasn't half as flagrant as yours. Oh, Lydia, have some imagination! Don't you see that his own honor and democracy will make him feel it more his duty to convict you than all the less conspicuous criminals put together?