human
Mam’selle, Jim Norval is back in New York. He’s not able to see just now; something’s gone wrong with his eyes, and his legs, too. There’s hope, but I must go. Then, as if inspired,
gpt
Mam’selle, I must take Donelle.
human
No!
gpt
Mam’selle, I must take Donelle. Have these hurt boys, here, not taught you a lesson?
human
But, Mr. Law, this is not decent.
gpt
Norval’s wife died last summer, Mam’selle. He went abroad because there was nothing else for him to do. Now may I have Donelle?
human
But it will kill her, she said half-heartedly,
gpt
It will cure her, Law went on;
human
Mr. Law——
gpt
Ah! Mam’selle, and here Anderson Law took Jo’s hand,
human
Yes. God help us all, Mr. Law.
gpt
Thank you, Mam’selle. The conventions have all crumbled, we’re all stripped down to our bare souls. We cannot afford to waste time looking forward or back. Keep that fire burning on the opened hearth, Mam’selle. Some of us will come back to you, God willing, soon. We must hurry. See! there is the child coming up the Right of Way, Nick clinging to her skirt. Donelle!
human
Child, I’m going to take you to the States with me. Norval needs you!
gpt
When do we go?
human
To-day we start, Donelle. And, Mam’selle, just you ’tend to that fire!