human
Good Lord! what's the matter?
gpt
Oh! oh! oh! she's sitting at Carrel's!
human
Who's sitting at Carrel's?
gpt
Trilby! sitting to all those ruffians! There she was, just as I opened the door; I saw her, I tell you! The sight of her was like a blow between the eyes, and I bolted! I shall never go back to that beastly hole again! I'm off to Barbizon, to paint the forest; I was coming round to tell you. Good-bye!...
human
Stop a minute--are you mad?
gpt
Let me go, Taffy--let me go, damn it! I'll come back in a week--but I'm going now! Let me go; do you hear?
human
But look here--I'll go with you.
gpt
No; I want to be alone--quite alone. Let me go, I tell you!
human
I sha'n't let you go unless you swear to me, on your honor, that you'll write directly, you get there, and every day till you come back. Swear!
gpt
All right; I swear--honor bright! Now there! Good-bye--good-bye; back on Sunday--good-bye!
human
Now, what the devil does all that mean?
gpt
I suppose he's shocked at seeing Trilby in that guise, or disguise, or unguise, sitting at Carrel's--he's such an odd little chap. And I must say, I'm surprised at Trilby. It's a bad thing for her when we're away. What could have induced her? She never sat in a studio of that kind before. I thought she only sat to Durien and old Carrel.
human
Do you know, I've got a horrid idea that the little fool's in love with her!
gpt
I've long had a horrid idea that _she's_ in love with _him_.
human
That would be a very stupid business,