human
A man who could be cruel to you ought to be hanged! he says, passionately, and her tears move him beyond description.
gpt
Floyd isn't cruel; he is simply cold, indifferent. Oh, my poor little girl, how can I comfort you?
human
You cannot comfort me, she says, drearily.
gpt
I read a long while ago, in the convent,--I think it was,--that it is not given to every one to be happy, that one can be upright and honest and pure, and do one's duty, but that happiness is a blessing of God that is given or withheld, and we must not waver on that account. Now let me go, and you must never again say any of these things to me.