human
I think you make a mistake, said Hadria.
gpt
As soon as she sees you she will want the watch, and then you will be placed between the awful alternatives of voluntarily surrendering your freedom, and heartlessly refusing to present yourself to her as a big plaything. In one respect you have not yet achieved a thorough fidelity to your model; you don't seem to enjoy sacrifice for its own sake. That will come with practice.
human
I wish that child would leave off crying.
gpt
She will presently. That is only a cry of anger, not of distress. I would not leave her, if it were. Yes; your vocation is clearly allegorical. Feminine to your finger-tips, in this truly feminine predicament. We are all--_nous autres femmes_--like the hero of the _White Ship_, who is described by some delightful boy in an examination paper as being 'melted by the shrieks of a near relation.'
human
The near relation does so want to hold one's watch and to stuff it into his mouth, and he shrieks so movingly if one brutally removes one's property and person!
gpt
Alas! I am still a little bewildered by my late captivity. I can't see the bearings of things.
human
As allegory, you are as perfect as ever.
gpt
I seem to be a sort of involuntary _Pilgrim's Progress_!
human
Ah, indeed! cried Hadria,
gpt
With me for wretched hero, I suppose!
human
Your archetype;--with a little adaptation--yes, and wonderfully little--the Slough of Despond, Doubting Castle, the Valley of the Shadow of Death--they all fall into place. Ah! the modern _Pilgrim's Progress_ would read strangely and significantly with woman as the pilgrim! But the end--that would be a difficulty.
gpt
One for your sex to solve,