human
Mr. Walmsley, she said slowly,
gpt
I want to tell you I think you are making a mistake. Please listen to me carefully. You do not belong to the order of people from whom the adventurers of the world are drawn. What you are is written in your face. I am perfectly certain you possess the ordinary conventional ideas as to right and wrong--the ideas in which you have been brought up and which have been instilled into you all your life. My father and I belong to a different class of society. There is nothing to be gained for you by mixing with us, and a great deal to be lost.
human
May I not judge for myself?
gpt
I fear, she answered, looking me full in the face and smiling at me delightfully,
human
Supposing, I whispered,
gpt
I have discovered something that seems to me better worth living for than anything else I have yet found in the world I know of--if that something belongs to a world in which I have not yet lived--do you blame me if for the sake of it I would be willing to climb down even into----
human
You are very foolish! she murmured.
gpt
Please let my father in.