human
Friend Nick?
gpt
I hear thee, breeder of heart-troubles.
human
Listen, then. No thought of me should trouble any man as yet. My heart is not awake--not troublesome,--not engaged,--no, not even to poor Stephen Watts. For the sentiment I entertain for him is only pity for a boy, Nick, who is impetuous and rash and has been too much flattered by the world.... Poor lad--in his play-hour regimentals!--and no beard on his smooth cheek.... Just a fretful, idle, and self-indulgent boy!... Who protests that he loves me.... Oh, no, Nick! Men sometimes bewilder me; but I think it is our own passion that destroys us women--not theirs.... And there is none in me,--only pity, and a great friendliness to men.... And these only have ever moved me.
gpt
Penelope, says he,
human
he added, munching away,
gpt
There, says she,