human
Clinton is come, cried he, in an agitated voice,
gpt
What shall I say to him, father?
human
Come with me into the next room, Louis,
gpt
I have reflected deeply, deliberately, prayerfully on this subject, my son, since we last discussed it, and the result is this: I cannot, while such dark doubts disturb my mind, I cannot, consistent with my duty as a father and a Christian, allow this young man to be domesticated in my family again. If I wrong him, may God forgive me--but if I wrong my own household, I fear He never will.
human
I cannot go--I will not go! exclaimed Louis, dashing the note on the floor.
gpt
This is the last brimming drop in the cup of humiliation, bitterer than all the rest.
human
Louis, Louis, have you not merited humiliation? Have _you_ a right to murmur at the decree? Have I upbraided you for the anxious days and sleepless nights you have occasioned me? For my blasted hopes and embittered joys? No, Louis. I saw that your own heart condemned you, and I left you to your God, who is greater than your own heart and mine!
gpt
Oh, father! cried Louis, melted at once by this pathetic and solemn appeal,
human
I know I have no right to claim any thing at your hands, but I beg, I supplicate--not for myself--but another!
gpt
No, sir, exclaimed Louis,