human
Well, he says, restoring the book to its hiding-place,
gpt
Well, I'm not satisfied. It's perfect as far as it goes, but don't expect me to be satisfied with it. If I've seemed satisfied, shall I tell you why it was, my dear--friend?
human
It's because, says Mr. Tarbox, while her heart stands still,
gpt
--there is an awful pause--
human
Dass good! Dass mighty good, yass! _'Tis_ so.
gpt
Yes, it is; and I tell you, and you only, because I'm proud to believe you're my sincere friend. Am I right?
human
Yes, her companion repeats;