human
No better?
gpt
Worse, I think. I can't imagine what can be the matter with her. She seemed at one time to have recovered from her terrible experience. But now, as you can see for yourself, she is absolutely wretched. She takes no interest in anything. She hardly eats enough to keep a bird alive. If she goes on like this much longer, she will fret herself into her grave. Yet whenever I question her, she assures me that she is all right. I really don't know what I ought to do.
human
Has it never occurred to you that she may be wondering why Wilmersley has never written to her, nor been to see her?
gpt
Lord Wilmersley? Why--no. She hardly ever mentions him.
human
She never mentions him, corrected Guy.
gpt
She inquires after everybody at Geralton except Cyril. Doesn't that strike you as very suspicious?
human
Oh, you don't mean that----
gpt
But she hardly knows him! You told me yourself that she had only seen him three or four times.
human
True, but you must remember that they met under very romantic conditions. And Cyril is the sort of chap who would be likely to appeal to a girl's imagination.
gpt
Lady Wilmersley in love! I can't believe it!
human
I wish I didn't,
gpt
My poor boy, I guessed your trouble long ago.
human
Don't pity me! It doesn't hurt any longer--not much at least. When one realises a thing is quite hopeless, one somehow ends by adjusting oneself to the inevitable. What I feel for her now is more worship than love. I want above all things that she should be happy, and if Cyril can make her so, I would gladly speed his wooing.
gpt
Do you think he has any thought of her?
human
I am sure he loves her.
gpt
Then why has he given no sign of life all these months?
human
I fancy he is waiting for the year of their mourning to elapse. But I confess that I am surprised that he has been able to restrain his impatience as long as this. Every day I have expected--
gpt
By Jove! cried Campbell, springing to his feet,