human
You are but a lad to me, continued Mrs. Dobbs.
gpt
And perhaps I've been hard on you. There's a deal of excuse to be made. You love my granddaughter, after your fashion--and nobody can love better than his best--and it's bitter not to be loved again. You'll get over it. Folks with redder blood in their veins than you, have got over it before to-day. But I know you can't think so now; and it's bitter. But if you'll take an old woman's advice--an old woman that knew your mother and grandmother, and is old enough to be your grandmother herself--you'll just make up your mind to bear a certain amount of pain without flinching:--like as if you'd got a bullet in battle, or broke your collar-bone out hunting--and turn your thoughts to helping other folks in their trouble. There's no cure for the heart-ache like that, take my word for it. Come now, you just face it like a man, and try my recipe! You've got good means and good abilities. Do some good with 'em! Some young fellows when they're out of spirits, take to climbing up mountains, slaughtering wild beasts, or getting into scrimmages with savages--by the way, I did hear that you were going into Parliament--but there's your stepmother now, with her five children, your young brothers and sisters, on her hands. Just you go in for making her life easier. There's a good work ready and waiting for you.
human
I must offer you my acknowledgments for the wine you administered.