human
You silly little goose! the man said;
gpt
You know I am happy in loving you, David, was the tremulous answer;
human
Pooh! nonsense, and so much the better! Our love is nobody's business but our own, my lass. You wouldn't have Gloam find it out, would you, and part us? What! have you forgotten the fit he was in at my teaching you English a year ago? He wants you all to himself, the old miser! You weren't happier with him than you have been with me, were you?
gpt
Oh, David, whispered the girl, clinging to him,
human
When you've lived a little more and got used to it, you'll stop sighing and crying, and be as bright and saucy as you were with Gloam. But you won't want to tell him ... eh?
gpt
Oh no, no, no; I could not; I should feel ashamed. But why do I feel ashamed, David? Is not loving right?
human
Right? to be sure it is. Nothing more so! And the pleasantest kind of right, too, to my thinking. Eh, little one?
gpt
David, I have heard--are not people who love each other married--at least sometimes? and after that they are not afraid, or sad, or ashamed?
human
Married, yes, stupid people get married. Timid folks, who are afraid to manage their own affairs, and can't be easy till they've called in the parson to help them out. They're the folks that don't love each other right down hard, as you and I do. They're suspicious, and afraid of being left in the lurch; so they stand up in a church and tie themselves together by a troublesome knot they call marriage. No, no; we've nothing to do with that; we're much better off as it is.
gpt
But my father and mother were married, and they were not suspicious,
human
Oh, ay, they were married, assented David; adding, half to himself,
gpt
he resumed to Swanhilda, with another smile,