human
Armand, dear friend, you are not going to quarrel with me for a foolish word; a silly joke! Armand, the memories of the past brought me here--to see you. I heard that you were suffering, and also--that--that--you--could not recover from the trick put upon you by that girl--Laure Vauxc----
gpt
Silence! he said, turning swiftly round on her.
human
Silence! Never mention that name, that episode again in my hearing. It has damned me in the eyes of Paris--of France--for ever. It has heaped ridicule on me from which I can never recover. It is that--that--that--which has broken me down. Neither Tokay, nor late nights--as I cause it to be given out--nor---- He paused in his furious words, then said a moment later,
gpt
Yet, so far as he, as she, are concerned, I have paid the score. He is dead, she worse than dead.
human
I know, I know, she murmured, her blue eyes almost averted, so that he should not observe the glance that she felt, that she knew, must be in them.
gpt
I know. Let us talk of it no more. Armand, forget it.
human
Forget it! I shall never forget it. What can I do to drive it from my own thoughts or to drive the memory of my humiliation by that beggar's brat from out the memory of men--of all Paris!
gpt
Ignore it. Again I say, forget. Thus you cause others to do so.