human
You have abilities, she said, in conclusion,
gpt
added Lady Florence, with a smile,
human
Dante did not consider incompatible with poetry.
gpt
I cannot object to any career, said Cesarini, with an effort,
human
I know, replied Florence, falteringly,
gpt
Stay, interrupted Cesarini;
human
No, indeed.
gpt
I am glad of it.
human
Why?
gpt
Oh, no matter. Heaven bless you; farewell.
human
No; I implore you, do not go yet; what was there in that letter that it could pain me to see? Lumley hinted darkly; but would not speak out: be more frank.
gpt
I cannot: it would be treachery to Maltravers, cruelty to you; yet would it be cruel?
human
No, it would not; it would be kindness and mercy; show me the letter--you have it with you.
gpt
You could not bear it; you would hate me for the pain it would give you. Let me depart.
human
Man, you wrong Maltravers. I see it now. You would darkly slander him whom you cannot openly defame. Go; I was wrong to listen to you--go!
gpt
Lady Florence, beware how you taunt me into undeceiving you. Here is the letter, it is his handwriting; will you read it? I warn you not.
human
I will believe nothing but the evidence of my own eyes; give it me.
gpt
Stay then; on two conditions. First, that you promise me sacredly that you will not disclose to Maltravers, without my consent, that you have seen this letter. Think not I fear his anger. No! but in the mortal encounter that must ensue, if you thus betray me, your character would be lowered in the world's eyes, and even I (my excuse unknown) might not appear to have acted with honour in obeying your desire, and warning you, while there is yet time, of bartering love for avarice. Promise me.
human
I do, I do most solemnly.
gpt
Secondly, assure me that you will not ask to keep the letter, but will immediately restore it to me.
human
I promise it. Now then.
gpt
Take the letter.