human
Victorine, I said,
gpt
Never,
human
Now, this man you have chosen--you do not care overmuch for lilies and butterflies and rosy-fingered dawns?
gpt
Not overmuch,
human
Then what is it brings you together? What strange link of the spirit has been forged between you? To speak quite plainly, what do you see in him?
gpt
Yesterday we lunched together, and two days before that he got here in time for breakfast.
human
And the engagement still holds?
gpt
Before that we dined. Yes, I do not exaggerate. It was my suggestion. One sees so much unhappiness now-a-days, and I wished to be quite sure we were suited to one another.
human
And you are convinced of the sincerity of the attachment?
gpt
Why, I feel for him as Mother does for the knife-and-boot boy, and Uncle Stephen for the charlady. We cannot be separated. It would be monstrous.
human
We must always be together--at any rate for the duration of the War, you see. I eat under my meat and he is over. In flour and sugar--oh, how can I confess it?--I _exceed_. He is far, far below his ration. Apart we are failures; together we are perfect. We both saw it at once.
gpt
So marriage is the only thing?