human
These governesses will be my death, she sighed.
gpt
If Miss Mertens could only learn how to treat, judiciously, a child of Bella’s sensitive, nervous temperament! She never takes into account social position, temperament, and physical constitution. She would model all after the same pattern—the daughter of a grocer or a peer; a finely-strung, sensitive nature, or a robust, rude, day-labourer physique—’tis all the same thing to her. Miss Mertens is a disagreeable, pedantic schoolmistress; her English, too, is detestable. Heaven only knows in what mean little English county she learned her native tongue!
human
But really, dear Amalie, said Fräulein von Walde,
gpt
I do not find her English impure,
human
There you come with your never-failing angelic amiability; but, although I do not understand English, I can always hear, in one instant, how much more high-bred your accent is, my dear, when you are talking with her.
gpt
And Bella hears it, too; she will not open her lips when her governess speaks English to her, and I cannot blame her in the least; it provokes me excessively when this person blames the child for obstinacy.
human
Oh heavens! she sighed,
gpt
I would advise you, Amalie, when you are as nervous and weak as you are to-day, to leave Bella without a fear to Miss Mertens’ care. I am convinced that nothing can be better for her. While I fully understand your touching anxiety on the child’s account, I can confidently assure you that Miss Mertens is far too gentle and cultivated a person to do anything that would not conduce to her welfare. You look quite worn out, she continued, sympathizingly.
human
We had better leave you alone; Fräulein Ferber will certainly have the kindness to accompany me to my room.