human
He is still ill in some hotel --she was careful not to give the address--
gpt
I thought he was an exile,
human
He is. I think the folly of risking his liberty in St. Petersburg is apparent. But he hopes to cajole the Czar into granting his pardon. M'm! Leah packed away the letter in her dressing-bag.
gpt
I daresay we shall hear of him next in Siberia.
human
Lady James!
gpt
Oh, it's a charming place, they say, and not at all so disagreeable as people make out. The climate is much more delightful than our own, dear, and the society really intellectual. The Russians send all their clever people there, you know. I am sure Dr. Demetrius will be very comfortable.
human
Exile to Siberia! It sounds horrible.
gpt
Yes--sounds, but isn't. You have been reading Tolstoy and seeing melodramas, my dear.
human
I thought Dr. Demetrius loved you,
gpt
Oh, he did; the man was a perfect nuisance. But, you see, I did not love him.
human
No, no! Of course you would not. I never meant that. As poor dear Lord James's wife you could not.
gpt
And as poor dear Lord James's widow, I can, only I don't.
human
You must think me dreadfully rude--oh, dreadfully,
gpt
I think you dreadfully innocent, and dreadfully sweet, said Leah, kissing the flushed face.
human
I'm talking like that horrid Mulrady girl. Where do these Americans pick up their adjectives?