human
She has made you do so many things!
gpt
What has she made me do that you should speak of her in that way?
human
She has made you hate me--for one thing,
gpt
That is not true!
human
Not true! Then, if not she, who else? You are with her there all day--she talks about me, she finds fault with me, and you come home and see the faults she finds for you--
gpt
There is not a word of truth in what you say--
human
Do not be so angry, then! If it were not true, why should you care? I have said it, and I will say it. She has robbed me of you. Oh, I will never forgive her! Never fear! One does not forget such things! She has got you, and she will keep you, I suppose. But you shall regret it! She shall pay me for it!
gpt
You shall not speak of her in that way, said Reanda, fiercely.
human
I owe her and her family all that I am, all that I have in the world--
gpt
Including me! interrupted Gloria.
human
Pay her then--pay her with your love and yourself. You can satisfy your conscience in that way, and you can break my heart.
gpt
There is not the slightest fear of that,
human
If I could find yours--if you had any--I would break it, she said.
gpt
You dare to say that I have no heart, when you can see that every word you say thrusts it through like a knife, when I have loved you as no woman ever loved man! I said it, and I repeat it--when I have given you everything, and would have given you the world if I had it! Indeed, you are utterly heartless and cruel and unkind--
human
At least, I am honest. I do not play a part as you do. I say plainly that I do not love you and that I am sorry for it. Yes--really sorry. His voice softened for an instant.
gpt
I would give a great deal to love you as I once did, and to believe that you loved me--
human
You will tell me that I do not--
gpt
Indeed, I will tell you so, and that you never did--
human
Angelo--take care! You will go too far!
gpt
I could never go far enough in telling you that truth. You never loved me. You may have thought you did. I do not care. You talk of devotion and tenderness and all the like! Of being left alone and neglected! Of going too far! What devotion have you ever shown to me, beyond extravagantly praising everything I painted, for a few months after we were married. Then you grew tired of my work. That is your affair. What is it to me whether you admire my pictures or Mendoza's, or any other man's? Do you think that is devotion? I know far better than you which are good and which are bad. But you call it devotion. And it was devotion that kept you away from me when I was working, when I was obliged to work--for it is my trade, after all--and when you might have been with me day after day! And it was devotion to meet me with your sour, severe look every day when I came home, as though I were a secret enemy, a conspirator, a creature to be guarded against like a thief--as though I had been staying away from you on purpose, and of my will--instead of working for you all day long. That was your way of showing your love. And to torment me with questions, everlastingly believing that I spend my time in talking against you to Donna Francesca--
human
You do! cried Gloria, who had not been able to interrupt his incoherent speech.
gpt
You love her as you never loved me--as you hate me--as you both hate me!
human
You make me hate you!
gpt
And you succeed, between you--You and your--
human
You shall not speak of her--
gpt
Shall not? It is the only right I have left--that and the right to hate you--you and that infamous woman you love--yes--you and your mistress--your pretty Francesca!