human
I have already told you, I think, resumed Matilda,
gpt
Scarcely had he shown himself when he had again vanished, closing the door with startling violence. I sprang from the sofa and flew forth after him, but in vain. He had already departed, and with a heart sinking under an insurmountable dread of coming evil, I once more entered the temple, and throwing myself upon the sofa, gave vent to my feelings in an agony of tears.
human
But why his departure, and whence your consternation?
gpt
I was not alone, resumed Matilda, in a deep and solemn voice.
human
When he entered I was hanging on the neck of another.
gpt
Before we last parted, Gerald, I told you, not only that I was in no way connected with Major Montgomerie by blood, but that I was the child of obscure parents.
human
What then?
gpt
The man on whose neck I hung was my own father.
human
It was Desborough!
gpt
It was, returned Matilda, her face crimsoning as she reluctantly acknowledged the parentage.
human
But how knew you it?
gpt
Behold the proof,