human
What is the trouble, August?
gpt
Nothing.
human
Ah, you cannot deceive me in that way, my son. I know something is wrong, and--
gpt
Yes, something is wrong, he interrupted with bitter vehemence.
human
I have been spat upon by a girl, and never until now did I realize what a fool I was to think of losing my heart to a flirt like Rose Alstine.
gpt
August, what do you mean?
human
That Rose has jilted me.
gpt
I am glad of it.
human
Mother!
gpt
I always warned you not to look so high, proceeded the old lady, with arms akimbo, regarding her son.
human
Not that I consider Rose Alstine high only in money matters, but such girls are always heartless.