human
And you think me capable of crime, Lord Villiers?--of guilt that needs concealment?
gpt
You, Maude? No; sooner would I believe an angel from heaven guilty of crime, than you. But I thought there might be others involved. Oh, Lady Maude! must this secret, that involves the happiness of my whole life, remain hidden from me?
human
Some day, my lord, I will tell you all; but not now. Let us part here, and let this subject never be renewed between us.
gpt
One word, Maude--do you love me?
human
I do! I do! Heaven forgive me!
gpt
Now, why, 'Heaven forgive me?' Maude! Maude! you will drive me mad! Is it such a crime to love me then?
human
In some it is,
gpt
And why, fairest saint?
human
Do not ask me, my lord. Oh, Ernest! let me go, I am tired and sick, and very, very unhappy. Dearest Ernest, leave me, and never speak of this again.
gpt
As you will, Lady Maude,