human
Let the wayward girl tell you herself; perhaps in the telling she will grow ashamed of her caprice.
gpt
I have asked her, was the stern reply,
human
Then in softer tones he added:
gpt
How can I do anything for her if she will not confide in me. She has treated me most ungratefully, but I mean to be kind to her. Only I must first know if she has chosen worthily.
human
Who is there of worth in town? I asked, softened and fascinated by his manner.
gpt
There is no man equal to yourself.
human
You say so, he cried, and waved his hand impatiently. Then with a deep and thrilling intensity which I feel yet, he repeated,
gpt
His name, his name? Tell me his name.