human
Ay, love, the dame made answer;
gpt
human
What? Muriel said, and laughed,
gpt
I ask, then.
human
Child, it is that your old love, Some two months past, was here. Nay, never start: He's gone. He came, our Laurance met him near; He said that he was going over seas, 'And might I see your wife this only once, And get her pardon?'
gpt
Mercy! Muriel cried,
human
But Laurance does not wish it?
gpt
Nay, now, nay, Quoth the good dame.
human
I cannot, Muriel cried;
gpt
He does not, surely, think I should.
human
Not he, The kind old woman said, right soothingly.
gpt
Does not he ever know, love, ever do What you like best?
human
I heard him say, the dame went on,
gpt
For I was with him when they met that day, 'It would not be agreeable to my wife.'
human
And he said no more? You think he did not add, 'nor to myself?' And with her soft, calm, inward voice, the dame Unruffled answered,
gpt
No, sweet heart, not he: What need he care?
human
And why not? Muriel cried, Longing to hear the answer.
gpt
O, he knows, He knows, love, very well : with that she smiled.
human
Bless your fair face, you have not really thought He did not know you loved him?