human
Where is that detective, as you call him? I want to see him.
gpt
Let me see him for you, said I.
human
I should hardly wish Sudley, discreet as I consider him, to know you had any interest in this affair.
gpt
You believe, said he,
human
I do not feel ready to acknowledge that, I replied.
gpt
One of those three women took my letter out from the Bible, where I placed it; which of them wrote the lines that provoked it I do not dare conjecture. You say it was not Mrs. Couldock, I say it was not Miss Dawes, but--
human
Have you the letter?
gpt
It is not Helen's handwriting,
human
Nor is it that of Mrs. Couldock or Miss Dawes.
gpt
You think she got some one to write it for her? he cried.
human
Helen! my Helen! But it is not so; it cannot be so. Why, Huntley, to have sent such a letter as that over the name of an innocent young girl, who, but for the happy chance of meeting you as she did might never have had the opportunity of righting herself in your estimation, argues a cold and calculating selfishness closely allied to depravity. And my Helen is an angel--or so I have always thought her.