human
You don't know what you are saying. This miserable business--whatever it is--has gone to your head. I--I--I--
gpt
No, I know what I am asking of you. It is not pleasant, to be sure. It hurts me worse than it can you, but, Helen-- with a desperate impulse--
human
Helen, this has _got_ to be done. I _must_ have Everet's support. Things have come to a desperate pass. There is no other way. When I saw you controlling his every thought to-night, it seemed like a sudden interposition of Providence. All the care and worry, that have gripped me like a dragon those late weeks, seemed to slip from me. I knew if you would do this, I was secure. I appeal to you, child. If you love me, you _must_ consent to aid me in this. It is _your_ happiness, _your_ advancement as well as my own, that I ask you to achieve--
gpt
I am satisfied. I don't want to advance.
human
Helen--Helen-- Braine holds out his hands to her,
gpt
No. Not now. But I could if I had never known it--I--
human
You _had_ to know it. You _should_. Of all women in the world you are the one best fitted for command, and for all that I am straining every nerve to gain for you. I do not sleep an hour, uninterruptedly. I wake, to plan and contrive after this end. I eat mechanically. I speak so, except under circumstances when my words will count. I make no acquaintance, no friend save that I may turn him to account. I deny myself honest affection in every association, that sentiment may never interfere at a critical hour--all this that I may see you where you deserve to be. I ask but one little thing of you. I implore it. This one effort on your part, and we have gained all. Helen--