human
I have a world of things to say, and only this one blessed evening in which to speak. I am ordered to my regiment at once.
gpt
She--she--she's refused him.
human
Well, I suppose she thought he belonged to Miss Allison.
gpt
No, no. It isn't that at all: it's pride. It's obstinacy. I don't know what to call it. He told her--he told _me_ there had never been such a thing as an engagement between Miss Allison and himself, and that there probably never would or could have been. I could see he was cut to the heart, that he loves our brave Jenny deeply, truly, and there isn't any quixotism about it. But she--why, the girl's just marble! It was he who called me and stood there with such sadness and reproach in his eyes and told me what he'd told her and begged that I should plead with her when he was gone, but she only covered her face, with the tears trickling down through her fingers, and when he had to go she stood up like a little queen and said she thanked him and honored him, and even assured him that there was no other man on earth she cared for, but no, _no_, NO, was her one answer to his plea that she would be his wife. She will not even let him write to her.