human
You see, Angelique dismal, we might as well take that broken glass sign to mean good things as evil. That uncle will soon be up and around again; Pierre be at home; and the 'specimen' from the old cave prove copper or something just as rich; and--everybody be as happy as a king.
gpt
Well, then, if you've so much time and strength to spare, go yonder and clean up the room that Adrian left so untidy. Where he never should have been, had I my own way; but one never has that in this world; hey, no. Indeed, no. Ever'thin' goes contrary, else I'd have cleared away all trace long sin'. Yes, indeed, yes.
human
Well, he is gone. There's no need to abuse him, even if he did not have the politeness to say good-bye. Though, I suppose, it was my uncle who put a stop to that. What uncle has to do he does at once. There's never any hesitation about uncle. But I wish--I wish--Angelique Ricord, do you know something? Do you know all the history of this family?
gpt
Why should I not, eh? demanded the woman, indignantly.
human
Is it not my own family, yes? What is Pierre but one son? I love him, oh! yes. But----
gpt
You adore him, bad and trying as he is. But there is something you must tell me. If you know it. Maybe you do not. I did not, till that awful morning when he was taken ill. But that very minute he told me what I had never dreamed. I was angry; for a moment I almost hated him because he had deceived me, though afterward I knew that he had done it for the best and would tell me why when he could. So I've tried to trust him just the same and be patient. But--he may never be able--and I must know. Angelique, where is my father?