human
You musn't think me immodest in my demands, she went on in hasty exculpation.
gpt
I'm not even aiming my remarks at you ... I'm only thinking aloud.... But you see, I can't get any real foothold in society until--until my affairs are more clarified.... To run about the drawing-rooms as an example of frivolous heedlessness--that's not my way.... I can always hear them whisper behind me: 'She doesn't take it much to heart, that shows ...' No, I'd rather stay at home. I have no friends either and what chance had I to make them? You were always my one and only friend.... My books remain. And that's very well by day ... but when the lamps are lit I begin to throb and ache and run about ... and I listen for the trill of the door-bell. But no one comes, nothing--except the evening paper. And that's only in winter. Now it's brought before dusk. And in the end there's nothing worth while in it.... And so life goes day after day. At last one creeps into bed at half-past nine and, of course, has a wretched night.
human
Well, but how am I to help you, dear child? he asked thoughtfully. He was touched by her quiet, almost serene complaint.
gpt
If we took to passing our evenings together, scandal would soon have us by the throat, and then--woe to you!
human
Well, she said at last,
gpt
What?
human
Never mind. I don't want you to think me unwomanly. And what I've been describing to you is, after all, only a symptom. There's a kind of restlessness in me that I can't explain.... If I were of a less active temper, things would be better.... It sounds paradoxical, but just because I have so much activity in me, do I weary so quickly. Goethe said once----
gpt
Ah, yes, forgive me, she cried.
human
All that was to be swept out.... How forgetful one can be....
gpt
There are delicate boundaries within the realm of the eternal womanly, --thus Niebeldingk reflected next day,--