human
It is false!
gpt
He is my husband!
human
Can you prove it?
gpt
We were married the middle of July at that little church in the woods where we attended a festival one night. It was in the twilight when we were returning from a long drive into the country.
human
Ah! there were witnesses, of course?
gpt
No one was present but the minister who united us,
human
His name?
gpt
I do not remember it.
human
Indeed! that is strange. But perhaps you can remember whether there was a license, without which such a marriage would not be legal?
gpt
Yes, there was a license. Love went to the county seat to procure it just previous to the marriage.
human
This sounds very fine, but you can not prove one word of it--not one! It is a plot to wrest a fortune from me, but it will not succeed. It was your falsity in forsaking Love at his wedding-hour that caused all his trouble, and the sight of you is hateful to me. You must leave here at once, and return to your mother at your old home in Richmond, for the roof of Ellsworth shall not shelter you an hour!
gpt
Madame, after all my wrongs at your hands--
human
Assertion is not proof! Until you can bring proof of all your charges, I decline to admit them. Again, Lovelace Ellsworth is now a pauper dependent on my bounty. Raise but your voice to assert a wife's claim on him, and out he goes to become the wretched inmate of an idiot asylum. On your silence as to this trumped-up charge of a secret marriage, and also of wrongs pretended to be done by my hands, depends the comfort of Lovelace Ellsworth. Now say whether you love yourself better than you do him!
gpt
I would sacrifice my very life to purchase any good for him!