human
And now poor, dear old mother is manoeuvering to have _me_ marry him.
gpt
And are you going to?
human
Oh, I don't know. Drusilla sighed wearily, then added:
gpt
I sha'n't if I can help it.
human
Does that mean that you'll take him if you can't do better?
gpt
It means that I don't know what I shall do at all. I'm rather sick of everything--and so I might do anything. I don't want to come back to live in America, and yet I feel an alien over there, now that I haven't Gerald to give me a _raison d'être_. They're awfully nice to me--at Southsea--at Silchester--everywhere--and yet they really don't want me. I can see that as plainly as I can see your name on this card. But I can't keep away from them. I've no pride. At least, I've got the pride, but there's something in me stronger than pride that makes me a kind of craven. I'm like a dog that doesn't mind being kicked so long as he can hang about under the dining-room table to sniff up crumbs. With my temperament it's perfectly humiliating, but I can't help it. I've got the taste for that English life as a Frenchman gets a taste for absinthe--knows that it'll be the ruin of him, and yet goes on drinking.
human
I suppose you're not in love with any one over there?