human
My dear son, you will not be so proud of your father as he is of you; you have every right to reproach him for his desertion of you. But I was very young, I was poor, I did not know what it is to be a father--and I have blamed myself so bitterly for that sin!
gpt
You must forget the past, and think of nothing but your present happiness.
human
Yes, said Paul, pressing his former comrade's hand.
gpt
But since I am taking Albert's place here, your sister must accept now what he and my father have done for her.--Am I not carrying out your wishes in this, father?
human
Yes, my son, was the reply;
gpt
Shake! said Sans-Cravate to Paul;
human
I will accept anything from you; if you should offer me a million, I'd take it--I must make up for my infernal stupidity with regard to you. But my sister's waiting for us--and--and----