human
Rejected, Henry, MY suit rejected--oh, no! In supposing my grief to originate with her, you are correct, but imagine not it is because my suit is rejected--certainly not.
gpt
Then, exclaimed Henry with generous emphasis, while he pressed the thin hand which he held more closely between his own,
human
Why not marry her?
gpt
Yes, marry her, continued Henry;
human
Impossible,
gpt
Do you no longer love her then?
human
To madness!
gpt
You speak in riddles, Gerald. If you love this Miss Montgomerie to madness, and are, as you seem to intimate loved by her in return, why not, as I have urged, marry her?
human
Because, replied the sailor, turning paler than before, and almost gasping for breath,
gpt
And that is?
human
My secret,
gpt
True, returned Henry, slightly coloring;
human
I had forgotten--but what condition, Gerald, (and here he spoke as if piqued at the abrupt manner in which his brother had concluded his half confidence), what condition, I ask, may a woman entitled to our respect, as well as to our love, propose, which should be held of more account than that severest of offences against the Divine will-- self murder--nay, look not thus surprised, for have you not admitted that you had guiltily attempted to throw away your life--to commit suicide in short--rather than comply with an earthly condition?
gpt
What if in this, returned Gerald, with a smile of bitterness,
human
I have preferred the lesser guilt to the greater?
gpt
I can understand no condition, my brother, a woman worthy of your esteem could impose, which should one moment weigh in the same scale against the inexpiable crime of self destruction. But, really, all this mystery so startles and confounds me, that I know not what to think--what inference to draw.
human
Henry, observed the sailor, with some show of impatience --