human
It's all very well to pity me, but it's not a genuine pity--it's a jeering one. If you're going to pity me, why don't you do it sincerely instead of scoffingly? Is it my fault that I don't know anything about life? What chance did I ever have to know anything real? I wasn't educated. I was 'accomplished.' Oh, of course, if I had been a big person, a person with a real mind--if I had had anything exceptional about me--I would have stepped out. But I'm nothing but the most ordinary sort of girl. I haven't any talents. Nobody--myself included--can see any reason for my being any different from the people I'm associated with. I was brought up in the army. Army life isn't real life. It's army life. To an army man a girl is a girl, and what they mean by a girl has nothing to do with being a thinking being. Then what business has a man like you--I don't know who you are or what you're doing, but I believe you have some ideas about the real things of life--tell me, please--what business have you jeering at me?
gpt
I have no business jeering at you,
human
You are quite right to pity me, she said, and tears surged beneath both eyes and voice.
gpt
Whether scoffingly or genuinely--you were quite right. Feeling just enough to feel there _is_ something--but not a big enough feeling to go to that something, knowing just enough to know I'm being cheated, but without either the courage or the knowledge to do anything about it--I'm surely a pitiable and laughable object. Come, Worth, she said sharply,