human
You mean that he does not, after all, adore me. O Mr. Humphrey, Mr. Humphrey! was it for this that you offered me a virgin heart? Is this your gratitude to me for drawing your likeness when you were hard at work in the Studio? What shall I say to your brother Joseph, and what will he say to you?
gpt
My dear young lady, Cornelius interposed hastily,
human
I do, he ejaculated,
gpt
I do--Oh, most certainly.
human
But there is yourself, Mr. Cornelius. You are not an artist; you are a poet; you spend your days in the Workshop, where Jack Dunquerque and I found you rapt in so poetic a dream that your eyes were closed and your mouth open. If you made a mistake about Humphrey, it is impossible that he could have made a mistake about you.
gpt
This is terrible, said Cornelius.
human
Explain, brother Humphrey. Miss Fleming, we--no, you as well--are victims of a dreadful error.
gpt
I, too, he said,
human
Wedded? Are you a married man, Mr. Cornelius? Oh, and where is the virgin heart?
gpt
Wedded to his art, Humphrey explained. Then he went a little off his head, I suppose, in the excitement of this crisis, because he continued in broken words,
human
Wedded--long ago--object of his life's love--with milk-pails on the hills of Heidelberg, and light blue eyes--the Muse of Song. But he regards you with respectful admiration.
gpt
Most respectful, said Cornelius.
human
As Petrarch regarded the wife of the Count de Sade. Will you forgive us, Miss Fleming, and--and--try to forget us?
gpt
So, gentlemen, the young lady said, with sparkling eyes,
human
No, no! they both cried together.
gpt
Happy is the man----
human
You may be the happy man, Humphrey,
gpt
No; you, brother--you.