human
Have you heard, asked Veronica faintly,
gpt
Poor Veronica! You will then be on the same level with me in the future. How you will miss all the petting, all the love!
human
I suppose my life is spoilt. And when I had beauty, I thought of it and prized it so little. But won't you love me, Christobel?
gpt
Yes, I will now.
human
Why only now?
gpt
Because I shall always feel sorry for you--I have never felt sorry for any one but myself before--and I shall love you heaps and heaps.
human
Don't you think others may feel sorry for me, too?--Poor Prince Olivin! Poor me!
gpt
Beauty is everything! You will understand that now.