human
Oh, yes, yes! It's papa! It's my dear, good, kind papa! He's dead; he's drowned; I drove him away; I murdered him! Ah-h-h-h! She shrinks back with a shriek at sight of Bartlett, whose excited face appears at the door.--
gpt
Go! It was you, _you_ who made me hate my father! You made me kill him, and now I abhor you! I
human
Wait! Hold on! What is it all?
gpt
Oh, forgive me! I didn't mean--I didn't know it was you, sir! But where _is_ he? Oh, take me to him! Is he dead?
human
Dead? No, he isn't dead. He was knocked over by a team coming behind him down the hill, and was slightly bruised. There's no cause for alarm. He sent me to tell you; they've carried him to your rooms.
gpt
Oh, thank Heaven! She bows her head with a sob, upon his shoulder, and then lifts her tearful eyes to his:
human
Help me to get to him! I am weak. She totters and Bartlett mechanically passes a supporting arm about her.
gpt
Help me, and don't--don't leave me!