human
You poor little solitary girl, what are you doing?
gpt
How dare you call me poor when you know I am an heiress! As for being little, you can tell me the more easily from Polly,
human
Yes, he answers, mirthfully,
gpt
Why should you? I am so glad you love her with your whole soul, for you _do_. She will always be my dearest friend, and if you neglect her or make her unhappy----
human
Oh, you _are_ an angel, Violet! he cries, with actual humility.
gpt
You are never jealous or hurt, you praise so generously, you are always thinking how other people must be made happy. You give away everything! I am not worth so much consideration, the crust of self-love is pierced for a moment and shows in the tremulous voice,
human
Because you love Rome more, and she compels herself to give a rippling laugh.
gpt
That is the right, true love of your life, the others have been illusions.
human
Not my love for you, he declares, stoutly.
gpt
It will always hold, though it has changed a little. Only I wish you were---- Can he, dare he say,
human
Don't wish anything more for me! and she throws up her hand with a kind of wild entreaty.
gpt
There is so much now that I can never get around to all. You must think only of Polly's happiness.
human
Which will no doubt keep me employed ; and he laughs lightly.
gpt
By Jove! there won't be much meandering in forbidden pastures with Polly at hand! You wouldn't believe now that she was jealous last night, because I fastened a rose in poor Lucia's hair that had come loose. Wouldn't there have been a row if I had given it to her? But she is never angry jealous like some girls, nor sulky; there is a charm--I cannot describe it, confesses the lover in despair.
human
But we three shall always be the best of friends.
gpt
Always,