human
No, Miss Thusa, said he,
gpt
I love this soft gloom. There's no need of a blaze to talk by, you know.
human
But I want to see you, Louis. It is long since we've watched your coming. Many a time has Helen sat where you are now, and talked about you till the tears would run down her cheeks, wondering why you didn't come, and fearing some evil had befallen you. I've had my misgivings, too, though I never breathed them to mortal ear, ever since you went off with that long-haired upstart, who fumbled so about my wheel, trying to fool me with his soft nonsense. What has become of him?
gpt
He is at home, I believe--but you are too harsh in your judgment, Miss Thusa. It is strange what prejudiced you so against him.
human
Something _here_, cried the spinster, striking her hand against her heart;
gpt
You told me if I needed counsel or assistance, to come to you and not trouble my kindred. I am in distress, Miss Thusa, and it is my own fault. I'm in debt. I owe money that I cannot raise; I cannot tax my father again to pay the wages of sin. Tell me now how you can aid me; _you_, poor and lonely, earning only a scanty pittance by the flax on your distaff, and as ignorant of the world as simple-hearted Helen herself?