human
I am growing morbid, she thought, looking at her anxious face in the glass.
gpt
To-morrow, when I see Cyril--oh, come in!
human
Here's some dry toast and a cup of tea, said the widow severely;
gpt
I shouldn't come if he wanted me to, retorted Bella, as Mrs. Coppersley set down her burden;
human
He thinks that you are a disobedient daughter,
gpt
And what do you think, aunt?
human
I don't know what to think, she said, sitting down to gossip.
gpt
Of course, your father is impossible, and always wants his own way. I don't see why folks should not be allowed to choose husbands for themselves. Jabez --this was Huxham's Christian name--
human
Don't speak of Cyril in that way, said Bella, with some impatience;
gpt
Your father poured it out himself while I went to the kitchen for the toast, snapped Mrs. Coppersley;
human
What a petty tyrant he is, sighed Bella, pushing the cup away.
gpt
Aunt, what do you think of Cyril?
human
He is very handsome, rejoined Mrs. Coppersley cautiously,
gpt
I know he is the dearest fellow in the world, aunt; but, like yourself, his position is unknown to me.
human
Do you mean to say that you would marry a man about whom you know nothing?
gpt
I know sufficient to choose him for my husband, retorted Bella, spiritedly;
human
Then your father will not give you a single penny, cried Mrs. Coppersley.
gpt
I approve of his doing so. You can't marry this man.
human
Oh! said Bella, bitterly.
gpt
I thought you agreed that a woman should choose her own husband.
human
A woman like myself, who knows life, Bella--not a chit of a girl like you.
gpt
I am twenty years of age,
human
And have the sense of a babe of three, scoffed Mrs. Coppersley, moving towards the door.
gpt
Perhaps a night of loneliness will bring you to your senses, my dear. She passed through the door and closed it.
human
I am locking you in, by your father's wish,