human
Will you go in? whispered he to Valencia, in a tone which meant--
gpt
Not yet--I daresay he is too weak.
human
Better, thought he,
gpt
Tom!
human
Not Tom!--Lucia!
gpt
Lucia?--Lucia St. Just!
human
Lucia Vavasour!--your Lucia!
gpt
Elsley--darling Elsley!--don't you know me?
human
Yes, very well indeed; better than you know me. I am not Vavasour at all. My name is Briggs--John Briggs, the apothecary's son, come home to Whitbury to die.
gpt
Elsley! I am your wife!--your own wife!--who never loved any one but you--never, never, never!
human
Yes, my wife, at least!--Curse them, that they cannot deny!
gpt
Oh God! is he mad? thought she.
human
Elsley, speak to me!--I am your Lucia--your love--
gpt
Your wife! who never loved any one but you!