human
Bother your young woman, she said;
gpt
Sadly enough, to tell the truth.
human
No rents?
gpt
Nothing but murders and floods?
human
The same damnable old story running on from day to day.
gpt
And have the girls no servants yet?
human
Not a servant; except old Peter, who is not quite as faithful as he should be.
gpt
And,--and what about that valiant gay young gentleman, Captain Clayton?
human
Everything goes amiss in love as well as war, said Frank.
gpt
Between the three of them, I hardly know what they want.
human
I think I know.
gpt
Very likely. Everything goes so astray with all of us, so that the wanting it is sufficient reason for not getting it.
human
Is that all you have come to tell me?
gpt
I suppose it is.
human
Then you might have stayed away.
gpt
I may as well go, perhaps.
human
Go? no! I am not so full of new friends that I can afford to throw away my old like that. Of course you may not go, as you call it! Do you suppose I do not care to hear about those girls whom I love,--pretty nearly with all my heart? Why don't you tell me about them, and your father? You come here, but you talk of nothing but going. You ain't half nice.
gpt
Can I come in yet?
human
Not quite yet, father. Mr. Jones is telling me about them all at Morony Castle.
gpt
I should have thought I might have heard that,
human
The girls have special messages to send,
gpt
I'll come back in another ten minutes, said Mr. O'Mahony.
human
I shall not wait longer than that.
gpt
Only their love,
human
Of course I want to hear their love, said Rachel.
gpt
Dear Ada, and dear Edith! Why don't you tell me their love?
human
My poor sick girl,
gpt
Never mind my sickness. I know I am as thin and as wan as an ogre. Nevertheless, I care for their love.
human
Rachel, do you care for mine?
gpt
I haven't got it! Oh, Frank, why don't you speak to me? You have spoken a word, just a word, and all the blood is coming back to my veins already.
human
Dearest, dearest, dearest Rachel.
gpt
Now you have spoken; now you have told me of your sisters and your father. Now I know it all! Now my father may come in.
human
Do you love me, then?
gpt
Love you! That question you know to be unnecessary. Love you! Why I spend every day and every night in loving you! But, Frank, you wouldn't have me when I was going to be rich. I ought not to have you now that I am to be poor. But by this time she was in his arms and he was kissing her, till, as she had said, the blood was once again running in her veins.
human
Oh, Frank, what a tyrant you are! Did I not tell you to let poor father come into the room? You have said everything now. There cannot be another word to say. Frank, Frank, Frank! I have found it out at last. I cannot live without you.
gpt
But how are you to live with me? There is no money.
human
Bother money. Wealth is sordid. Washing stockings over a tub is the only life for me,--so long as I have you to come back to me.
gpt
And your health?
human
I tell you it is done. I was merely sick of the Jones complaint. Oh, heavens! how I can hate people, and how I can love them!
gpt
So you and Frank have made it up, have you?
human
We have never quarrelled so far as I am concerned, said Frank.
gpt
The moment I heard Lord Castlewell was dismissed, I came back.
human
Yes, said she, raising herself half up on the sofa.
gpt
Do you know his story, father? It is rather a nice story for a girl to hear of her own lover, and to feel that it is true. When I was about to make I don't know how many thousand dollars a year by my singing, he would not come and take his share of it. Then I have to think of my own disgrace. But it enhances his glory. Because he was gone, I brought myself to accept this lord.
human
Now, Rachel, you shall not exert yourself,
gpt
I will, sir, she replied, holding him by the hand.
human
I will tell my story. He had retreated from the stain, and the lord had come in his place. But he was here always, and she pressed his hand to her side.
gpt
He could not be got rid of. Then I lost my voice, and was 'utterly dished,' as the theatrical people say. Then the lord went,--behaving better than I did however,--and I was alone. Oh, what bitter moments there came then,--long enough for the post to go to Ireland and to return! And now he is here. Once more at my feet again, old man, once more! And then he talks to me of money! What is money to me? I have got such a comforting portion that I care not at all for money.