human
But--but--my dear Major Cardonnel, you are aware---- she began, and stopped. I should suppose it may be a little awkward to tell a man to his face he is
gpt
I am aware that I cannot match with Goodwood? I am; but I know, also, that Goodwood's love cannot match with mine, and that your niece's affection is not his. That he may win her I know women too well not to fear, therefore I ask _you_ to be my friend. If she refuse me, will you plead for me?--if she ask for counsel, will you give such as your own heart dictates (I ask no other)--and, will you remember that on Valencia's answer will rest the fate of a man's lifetime?
human
Dear, dear! how like he looked to his poor dear mother! But what a position to place me in! Am I _never_ to have any peace?