human
You will listen to my prayer? the lady urges.
gpt
You will not be deaf to the agonised entreaty of such a broken suppliant as I am?
human
O dear, dear, dear! cries Sally.
gpt
What shall I say, or can say! Don't talk of prayers. Prayers are to be put up to the Good Father of All, and not to nurses and such. And there! I am only to hold my place for half a year longer, till another young woman can be trained up to it. I am going to be married. I shouldn't have been out last night, and I shouldn't have been out to-night, but that my Dick (he is the young man I am going to be married to) lies ill, and I help his mother and sister to watch him. Don't take on so, don't take on so!
human
O good Sally, dear Sally, moans the lady, catching at her dress entreatingly.
gpt
As you are hopeful, and I am hopeless; as a fair way in life is before you, which can never, never, be before me; as you can aspire to become a respected wife, and as you can aspire to become a proud mother, as you are a living loving woman, and must die; for GOD'S sake hear my distracted petition!
human
Deary, deary, deary ME! cries Sally, her desperation culminating in the pronoun,
gpt
Sally! Hear me, my dear. My entreaty is for no help in the future. It applies to what is past. It is only to be told in two words.
human
There! This is worse and worse, cries Sally,
gpt
You do understand. What are the names they have given my poor baby? I ask no more than that. I have read of the customs of the place. He has been christened in the chapel, and registered by some surname in the book. He was received last Monday evening. What have they called him?