human
Imprudent, yes! Weak and wicked too, she said impatiently.
gpt
He does not care or even remember that others have to suffer besides himself.
human
Perhaps he does not know.
gpt
Oh, that is impossible. Oliver, at least, would have spoken plainly. And has he not had my letter? Her voice quivered a little as she went on.
human
Phillis--I don't know--I think I could do something dreadful for people if they wanted it, but then it is hard, isn't it, if they don't take any notice? Perhaps one shouldn't care about that, but I do. If Clive would only say straight out, `I have done something bad, but I know you'll not give me up,' and then if he said `God bless you, Bice,' afterwards, why--one could bear--bear anything.
gpt
Bice,
human
What?
gpt
You haven't told me all.
human
Not quite, she said reluctantly.
gpt
I don't like telling, or even thinking; but you know I am very miserable.
human
Has Mr Trent got you to promise?
gpt
How could I help it? she said, drooping her head.
human
He did so much. It was like a network all round. Even mamma, poor mamma, she is so poor, you know, and he was kind--but I had things, I did manage that. She had mechanically raised her hand to her throat as she spoke, and Phillis noticed that a slender gold chain which she generally wore was gone, and that she had neither earrings nor any bit of jewellery about her.
gpt
I couldn't do anything for Clive, it was like a horrible nightmare, and what would have become of him but for Oliver? When this last letter came, another came too from Oliver, telling me a great deal. It did not seem worth while to make so much fuss about oneself, and so--I wrote and promised.