human
What is the matter with her?
gpt
I don't know.
human
I think she is in love.
gpt
Again?
human
Yes, again.
gpt
And with whom?
human
She has never told me to tell you,
gpt
What is the matter with you? Stella asked of Anna.
human
You are suffering. Why do you conceal your sorrow from me?
gpt
If I am suffering, it's my own fault, said Anna.
human
Only God can help me.
gpt
Can't I help you? You are in deep grief.
human
Deep grief.
gpt
You have placed your hopes where they can't be realised? Again?
human
Again.
gpt
Why, dear? Explain it to me.
human
Because it is my destiny, perhaps.
gpt
You are young, beautiful, and rich. You ought to be the mistress of your destiny. It is only poor solitary people who have to submit to destiny.
human
I am poorer than the poorest beggar that asks for alms in the street.
gpt
Don't talk like that, said Stella, gently, taking her hand.
human
Tell me about it.
gpt
I can't tell you about it, I can't. It is stronger than I am,
human
Tell me nothing, then, darling. I understand. I'm only a poor servant; but I love you so. And I want to tell you, Anna, that there are no sorrows that can't be outlived.
gpt
If Heaven doesn't help me, my sorrow will kill me.
human
The only irremediable sorrow in this world is the death of some one whom we love, said Stella, shaking her head.
gpt
You will see.
human
I would rather die than live like this.
gpt
But is the case quite desperate? Is there no ray of light?
human
Perhaps.
gpt
Is it a man on whom your hope depends?
human
Yes.
gpt
Do I know him?