human
You ought to go to church, darling, said her aunt,
gpt
I see you are dull, poor child, said Auntie Dasha, sinking on her knees by the bedside; she adored Vera.
human
Tell me the truth, are you bored?
gpt
Dreadfully.
human
My beauty, my queen, I am your willing slave, I wish you nothing but good and happiness. . . . Tell me, why don't you want to marry Nestchapov? What more do you want, my child? You must forgive me, darling; you can't pick and choose like this, we are not princes . . . . Time is passing, you are not seventeen. . . . And I don't understand it! He loves you, idolises you!
gpt
Oh, mercy! said Vera with vexation.
human
How can I tell? He sits dumb and never says a word.
gpt
He's shy, darling. . . . He's afraid you'll refuse him!