human
Bah! he says.
gpt
Why should one go mourning for an unworthy love? When it is done and over there is the end. When you are once disenchanted, how can you believe?
human
But you are not disenchanted, says Violet, stoutly.
gpt
You have believed and loved, you have made a little world of your own, and even if it does go down in the great ocean you can never quite forget it was there.
human
But there are other worlds. See, Mrs. Grandon, when I was two-and-twenty I loved to madness. She was eighteen and adorable, but her mother would not hear to a betrothment. I had all my fortune yet to make. I threw up my hopes and aims and took to commercial pursuits, which I hated. We exchanged vows and promised to wait, and the end of it was that she married a handsome young fellow with a fortune. I went back to my books. A few years afterward I saw her, stout, rosy, and happy, with her two children, and then--well, I did not want her. The life she delighted in would have been ashes in my mouth. It was better, much better. People are not all wise at two-and-twenty.
gpt
If Gertrude had something to do, says Violet,
human
Yes, it is hard, he says,