human
You! cried she.
gpt
Oh, how glad I am!
human
I beg your pardon, Monsieur le Cure, for going to him first. You, I saw yesterday, and him, not for three whole weeks, not since a certain night, when he left our house, sad and suffering.
gpt
And now, continued Betting,
human
I have come to beg you to listen to my confession--yes, my confession. But do not go away, Monsieur Jean; I will make my confession publicly. I am quite willing to speak before you, and now I think of it, it will be better thus. Let us sit down, shall we?