human
Would to Heaven, he continued,
gpt
O tell me quickly! cried Helene, giving way to her grief, while the tears burst from her eyes.
human
Your choice is already made! I know it,—it is Cornelie!
gpt
The Quittelsdorf? he cried, with a laugh.
human
That will-o’-the-wisp? No, I would far rather leave the administration of my domestic affairs to the most repulsive of housekeepers! What should I do without an enormous income with such an extravagant, frivolous wife! Besides, let me tell you most emphatically, my sweet Helene, my choice is not yet made,—hear me, and do not weep so violently, you break my heart; I must have a wife who knows and loves you; a simple-hearted woman, of genuine understanding, to whom I can say: my heart belongs to another who never can be mine, be my friend and here.
gpt
And do you imagine that any one could understand you?
human
Most certainly, if she loved me.
gpt
No, I could not,—never, never!