human
You do well to come to me, said the priest, kindly.
gpt
You have been away too long.
human
Ah! father,
gpt
The ways of Princes are not our ways, Peronella, and hard is the lot of the women whose path they cross.
human
Princes? said Peronella.
gpt
Do you believe that tale? A Prince--that Englishman who said he loved me?
human
What do you mean, my daughter? Which tale?
gpt
Do you believe that that Englishman who came to stay with us was our King Andrea?
human
But who ever doubted it, girl? rejoined the old priest, pretending greater astonishment than he felt, for, after all, similar questions had been in the hearts of many.
gpt
In that he came to Alsander in secret for a few days before his accession we all count it for great wisdom on his part. You must be mad, girl, to talk such treason. Could all our rulers be lying to us?
human
Well, read this letter, said Peronella.
gpt
I cannot, for it is in English. It is addressed to him under the name he had when he was with me. It arrived after he left.