human
It is but fair to wait until Monday, he replies, with a strange hesitation.
gpt
And you must calm yourself.
human
But nothing is done, St. Vincent cries, with gasping eagerness.
gpt
I have lain here dreaming, hoping. I never shall be any better! It is coming with a swift pace, and my darling will be left alone; my sweet, innocent Violet, who knows nothing of the world, who has not an aunt or cousin, no one but poor old Denise.
human
Trust to me, command me as you would a son, says the firm, reassuring voice.
gpt
And, oh, I beseech you, calm yourself! It will all be well with her.
human
Oh, my poor master! Mr. Grandon, that man must not see him again! He will kill him! It was so when he came to Canada. He wants all that my poor master has, and the child, but it is like putting her in the clutch of a tiger!
gpt
Do not think of it, Denise; it will never be,
human
Was there much talking?
gpt
He seemed to get very angry. Then she comes nearer and says in a whisper,
human
He is no true friend to you, if he is fair to your face. He said that in six months you would ruin everything, and there would not be a penny left for Miss Violet. He spoke ill of your brother. I am not one to carry tales or make trouble, but----
gpt
I understand.