human
Jack, says she in honeyed tones,
gpt
Oh, no, said I, smilingly,
human
Why?
gpt
Because I am a poor man and must feed and clothe myself.
human
There is a commission from Sir John in the Scotch regiment----
gpt
I'm Scotch enough without that,
human
Jack?
gpt
Yes, Madam?
human
Are you a little angry with me?
gpt
No,
human
Why are you angry with me, Jack?
gpt
I am not,
human
Am--am I driving you into the wilderness?
gpt
That, also, is absurd, I replied impatiently.
human
No woman could ever boast of driving me, though some may once have led me.
gpt
Oh, I feared that I had sapped, perhaps, your faith in women, John.
human
Why, Claudia? Because I lately--and vainly--was enamoured of you?
gpt
Yes. I did love you, once.
human
she breathed.
gpt
Do you not love me any more, Jack?
human
I think not,
gpt
And why? Sure I used you kindly, Jack. Did I not so?
human
You conducted as is the privilege of maid with man, Sacharissa, said I uneasily.
gpt
And that is all I have to say.
human
How so did I conduct, Jack?
gpt
Sweetly--to my undoing.
human
Try me again,