human
What makes you so good to me?
gpt
Because I like you, he replied;
human
What makes _me_ happier?
gpt
She is blind, he replied,
human
Oh! how dreadful! cried Helen,
gpt
I said you were happier, Helen; but I recall my words. She is not afraid, though all the time midnight shadows surround her. A sweet smile usually rests upon her face, and her step is light and springy as the grasshopper's leap.
human
But it must be so dreadful to be blind! repeated Helen.
gpt
How I do pity her!
human
It is a great misfortune, one of the greatest that can be inflicted upon a human being--but she does not murmur. She confides in the love of those around her, and feels as if their eyes were her own. Were I to ask her to walk over burning coals, she would put her hand in mine, to lead her, so entire is her trust, so undoubting is her faith.
gpt
How I wish I could be like her!
human
You are like her at this moment, for you have gone where you believed great danger was lurking, trusting in my promise of protection and safety,--trusting in me, who am almost a stranger to you.