human
We all love you, Una. My mother thinks you the most charming girl she has ever met. She was speaking of you to me only last night; she feels naturally a little sad, poor mother! to know that she is no longer the first consideration to her boy, but she quite understands. And the pater, too--he is in love with you himself. Who could help it, darling?
gpt
Oh, stop, stop! I can't bear it. You must not talk like that, I cried desperately.
human
You are taking everything for granted, and it is impossible, quite impossible. I don't want to marry anyone. I'm too young. I must wait for years before I can even think of such a thing.
gpt
I couldn't ask you to marry me yet, dearest. I have my way to make, and could not provide a home that would be worthy of you for some years to come; but as you say, we are both young, and can afford to wait; and oh, Una, I could work like ten men with such a prospect to inspire me. I will get on for your sake; it is in me, I know it is--I shall succeed!
human
I hope you may, I'm sure, I said, nearly crying with agitation and misery.
gpt
But you must not think of me. I have nothing to do with it. I like you very much, but I couldn't marry you now or ever--I never thought of such a thing--it's quite impossible. You must, please, please, never speak of it again!