human
You forgive me, then, all the misery which I have caused!
gpt
Do not talk so! Only forgive me having fancied for one moment that you were anything but what you are, an angel out of heaven.
human
Angel, truly! Azraël, the angel of death, then. Go to her now--go, and leave a humbled penitent man alone with God.
gpt
Oh, my Saint Père! cried she, bursting into tears.
human
This is too wretched--all a horrid dream--and when, too--when I had been counting on telling you something so different!--I cannot now, I have not the heart.
gpt
What, more misery?
human
Oh no! no! no! You will know all to-morrow. Ask Scoutbush.
gpt
I shall be gone in search of that man long before Scoutbush is awake.
human
Impossible! you do not know whither he is gone.
gpt
If I employ every detective in Bow Street, I will find him.
human
Wait, only wait, till the post comes in to-morrow. He will surely write, if not to her,--wretch that he is!--at least to some of us.
gpt
If he be alive. No. I must go up to Pen-y-gwryd, where he was last seen, and find out what I can.
human
They will be all in bed at this hour of the night; and if--if anything has happened, it will be over by now,
gpt
God forgive me! It will indeed: but he may write--perhaps to me. He is no coward, I believe: and he may send me a challenge. Yes, I will wait for the post.
human
Shall you accept it if he does?
gpt
No, Miss St. Just; you may set your mind at rest upon that point. I have done quite enough harm already to your family. Now, good-bye! I will wait for the post to-morrow: do you go to your sister.