human
Well, my dear, good morning,
gpt
Eleanor, began the other, her enormous tragic eyes fixed now, not on her friend's, but on a spot on the pillow about five inches away,
human
The best agreement was silence, and Lydia went on,
gpt
I want you never to talk to me about that man--your friend--I mean O'Bannon.
human
Talk of him! exclaimed Eleanor, her first thought being,
gpt
Am I always talking of him?
human
I don't want to hear of him or think of him or speak of him.
gpt
I can understand, she said,
human
No, no! returned Lydia quickly, and Eleanor saw with surprise that it was only by leaning on her hands that she kept them from trembling.
gpt
I can't explain it to you--I don't want to go into it--but I don't want to remember that he exists. If you would just accept it as a fact, and tell other people--Benny and Bobby. If you would do that for me, Eleanor----
human
Of course I'll do it,