human
My poor little romantic Maude, what is this wonderful secret? he said, smiling.
gpt
Tell me, and we will see if your mountain does not turn out a molehill after all. Now, why cannot you be my wife?
human
You think me weak and silly, my lord, she said, raising her head somewhat proudly, and withdrawing from his retaining arms;
gpt
And you refuse to tell this reason? My father and yours are eager for this match; in worldly rank we are equals; I love you passionately, with all my heart and soul, and still you refuse. Maude, you never loved me,
human
Maude, you will not be so cruel, he said, with sudden hope.
gpt
Only say I may hope for this dear hand.
human
No, no. Hope for nothing but to forget one so miserable as I am. Oh, Lord Ernest! there are so many better and worthier than I am, who will love you. I will be your friend--your sister, if I may; but I can never be your wife.
gpt
Maude, is there guilt, is there crime connected with this secret of yours?