human
Well, said Norman turning on his friend with some fierceness,
gpt
There is no story,
human
But you said there was danger in what I intended to do. Not that I mind, but tell me what you meant.
gpt
You neither were nor are in any danger.
human
Then why, in God's name, cried Norman
gpt
You ask why I brought you here, King of Alsander, he whispered toi Norman, who stood over him.
human
Oh, can you not yourself discover why? Can you draw no inspirations from the world around you? Will nothing but brutal speech make you understand? Cannot music suggest to you the truth, or the rustle of leaves, or the murmur of men down there that makes audible the silence of the stars? Is there no subtler essence in nature or your own soul ready to vibrate? Has not the Universe a dumb but smiling mouth to say why I brought you here?
gpt
Heavens, what weird nonsense you are talking, said Norman, catching the boy's arm,
human
Can you not speak straight? Or what new web of perplexity are you weaving for my destruction?
gpt
Leave me, said the boy with a gasp, as though Norman's clutch on his arm had hurt him.
human
Leave me: I will go: you shall never see me again. Keep your peasant girl, Norman Price: who shall blame you? Real kings have fared far worse.
gpt
I want to know what you meant about the silence, said Norman looking curiously into his friend's pale face and expressive eyes.
human
And what my peasant girl has got to do with you.
gpt
How can you stand almost touching me! cried Arnolfo, leaping up from the window and facing Norman with a sort of indignation.
human
How can you put your hand on my arm and still not know and still be such a fool! And they talk of instinct! I am ashamed at my failure. Ah, how did I dare bring you here?
gpt
Why, you strange creature, what have you got to weep for? cried Norman in dismay.
human
You trouble me with your strange ways to-night. I swear if you are unhappy I will do my best to comfort you; but do speak straight out, and do above all be a man.