human
You are a prudent young woman, he said in a low voice;
gpt
What is the matter? cried the old lady, terrified at the face of her niece.
human
You are ill, my child. You are ready to faint. What is it?
gpt
My heart--it's the crowd--so much light--I must rest. Tell my father I've gone to rest,
human
You are cold! Do you want some tea?
gpt
Go back, dear aunt, I only need to rest,
human
Mother, mother, my mother!