human
I owe you, she answered,
gpt
I need not tell you, said Elizabeth,
human
Before I answer that, replied Clara,
gpt
Why do you call him by that name? cried Elizabeth.
human
That is what Mrs. Hunter called him! One moment he told me he knew her; the next, he denied it to her face. What is there in this matter of names?
gpt
There is nothing in it which can't be easily explained. You have known Mr. Brassfield a long time?
human
Since I was seventeen. He did my aunt and me a great favor, which lifted us out of poverty--about some land we had, and oil discoveries--I went away soon after this, but he has always been very kind and good--until--until this----
gpt
Did he tell you much of his past?
human
No, he said it was a very ordinary past, and that he would tell us all about it some time; and then the subject never came up again. I never really cared!
gpt
Let me tell it to you, said Madame le Claire.
human
He was, all his life, a man of wealth and standing. He was a scholar and a student of the fine arts and letters. He was the pride of his town and his university. Then, all at once, nearly six years ago, came on him one of those strange experiences of which I, through my profession, am able to speak to you as one having knowledge. He became another man. His mind had drawn across it a dead line cutting off everything back of a certain date. He did not tell you of his life, _because he did not remember it himself_.
gpt
This life of his----
human
Then his name--his name is--is not----