human
Oh yes; you are very, very beautiful--there's no doubt about _that_! You wish to marry my son?
gpt
I've refused to marry him nineteen times for his own sake; he will tell you so himself. I am not the right person for him to marry. I know that. On Christmas night he asked me for the twentieth time; he swore he would leave Paris next day forever if I refused him. I hadn't the courage. I was weak, you see! It was a dreadful mistake.
human
Are you so fond of him?
gpt
I'm his mother, my good girl!
human
You have just said yourself you are not a fit wife for him. If you are so _fond_ of him, will you ruin him by marrying him; drag him down; prevent him from getting on in life; separate him from his sister, his family, his friends?
gpt
Will it really be all that, Taffy?
human
Oh, Trilby, things have got all wrong, and can't be righted! I'm afraid it might be so. Dear Trilby--I can't tell you what I feel--but I can't tell you lies, you know!
gpt
Oh no--Taffy--you don't tell lies!