human
Gerard cannot marry you, she said;
gpt
He does.
human
You fancy it because he has good-naturedly shown some kindness to you, on seeing others pay you such little attention. But he does not love you.
gpt
He does. He loves me first because I'm not such a fool as many others are, and particularly because I'm young.
human
Ah! my poor mamma, you no longer know what it is to be young. If I'm not beautiful, at all events I'm young; my eyes are clear and my lips are fresh. And my hair's so long too, and I've so much of it that it would suffice to gown me if I chose. You see, one's never ugly when one's young. Whereas, my poor mamma, everything is ended when one gets old. It's all very well for a woman to have been beautiful, and to strive to keep so, but in reality there's only ruin left, and shame and disgust.