human
My dear, she said,
gpt
And you--you, Jean?
human
I told him that such things did not trouble me, she said, and her lips drooped sadly.
gpt
I know I cannot be happy with anybody but you, François, and I am willing to face the sneers of London, even the hatred and scorn of my father, for your sake.
human
Be careful, François,
gpt
Remember that you have a very little time to wait.
human
I cannot believe my good fortune,