human
How has the world used you since we met last?
gpt
Better, I fear, than I have used it,
human
I do not quite see. How could you ill-use the world?
gpt
By ill-using any one person we ill-use society--the world
human
Whom have you ill-used?
gpt
Many--you chiefly.
human
How have you--most-ill-used me?
gpt
By letting you think well of me--you have done so, have you not?
human
There was no reason why I should-- But you must not say these things to me. My husband--
gpt
Your husband knows all.
human
But that does not alter it, she urged firmly.
gpt
Though he may be willing you should speak of these things, I am not.
human
Your husband is a good fellow, he rejoined.
gpt
I am not.
human
You are not?
gpt
No. What do you think was the reason that, years ago, I said we could never be married, and that we must forget each other?
human
I cannot tell. I supposed it was some duty of which I could not know. There are secret and sacred duties which we sometimes do not tell, even to our nearest and dearest . . . but I said we should not speak of these things, and we must not. She rose to her feet.
gpt
My husband is somewhere near. I will call him. There are so many things that men can talk of-pleasant and agreeable things--
human
No, never mind your husband just now. I think he knows what I am going to say to you.
gpt
But, oh, you must not--must not!
human
Pardon me, but I must,
gpt
As I said, you thought I was a good fellow. Well, I am not; not at all. I will tell you why I left you. I was--already married.
human
You were--already married--when--you loved me,
gpt
Yes. You see I was a villain.
human
Your face was not the face of a bad man. Are you telling me the truth?
gpt
Then you were wicked with me, she said at last, with a great sigh, looking him straight in the eyes.
human
But you--you loved me? she said with injured pride and a piteous appeal in her voice.
gpt
Ah, I know you loved me!
human
I will tell you when you know all,
gpt
Is there more to tell?
human
Much more. Please, come here.
gpt
That is my horse, he said. He whistled to the horse, which pricked up its ears and trotted over to the window.
human
The name of my horse, he said,
gpt
Firefoot! she answered dazedly,
human
This is Hyland's horse,
gpt
But you said it was your horse,
human
It is Hyland's horse; it is my horse,