human
Are you not well, Florence?
gpt
I am well, for I have recovered.
human
What do you mean? why do you turn from me?
gpt
Mr. Maltravers, at length I know you. I understand the feelings with which you have sought a union between us. O God! why, why was I thus cursed with riches--why made a thing of barter and merchandise, and avarice, and low ambition? Take my wealth, take it, Mr. Maltravers, since that is what you prize. Heaven knows I can cast it willingly away; but leave the wretch whom you long deceived, and who now, wretch though she be, renounces and despises you!
human
Lady Florence, do I hear aright? Who has accused me to you?
gpt
None, sir, none; I would have believed none. Let it suffice that I am convinced that our union can be happy to neither: question me no further; all intercourse between us is for ever over!
human
Pause, said Maltravers, with cold and grave solemnity;
gpt
Do not, exclaimed the unhappy lady, stung by what she considered the assurance of a hardened hypocrisy--