human
Oh, Love, what is the matter? Are you ill, that you look so frightfully pale?
gpt
Do not be frightened, darling. I am not ill. Only very, very angry.
human
With me?
gpt
Certainly not, dear little one! he cried, tenderly; continuing with sudden vehemence:
human
I am angry with the schemers who are trying to part us from each other, darling.