human
I have ruined all, and lost her! he thought.
gpt
Where is the noble girl?
human
Gad! I thought you'd soon be asking that! It's likely she's taking a rest, poor dear; but I'll send her to you.
gpt
No--let her have her rest; I would never be so selfish as to disturb her, while I can wait. But, Davenport, I will be candid with you, and say that I have no hope of winning her. I have insulted her too deeply.
human
Did she think of your former insults when she came here at the risk of her life to find you, and to nurse you out of the fever?
gpt
No, bless her--all that was forgiven!
human
And will she think of your former insults when you say, 'Margaret, I won't accept one penny piece of the Brand property unless you be my wife?'
gpt
Her own words--that, in that contingency, Margaret Walsingham would never marry me--her own words.
human
You believe in your Perdita's love?
gpt
If noble tenderness, and devotion such as hers, is love, I do, most solemnly.
human
Then she'll do as your Perdita, what she wouldn't do as your enemy, Margaret Walsingham. She'll even lower her pride to marry you, if she thinks it necessary to your happiness.