human
Good heaven, my poor child! what is the matter?
gpt
But is what you tell me true?
human
What I tell you!
gpt
Yes--that Prince Djalma--
human
Loves you to madness?--Alas! it is only too true.
gpt
No, no, cried Adrienne, with a charming expression of simplicity;
human
What do you say?
gpt
But that woman?
human
What woman?
gpt
She who has been the cause of all these painful struggles.
human
That woman--why, who should it be but you?
gpt
What, I? Oh! tell me, was it I?
human
On my word of honor. I trust my experience. I have never seen so ardent and sincere a passion.
gpt
Oh! is it really so? Has he never had any other love?
human
Never.
gpt
Yet I was told so.
human
By whom?
gpt
M. Rodin.
human
That Djalma--
gpt
Had fallen violently in love, two days after I saw him.
human
M. Rodin told you that! cried M. de Montbron, as if struck with a sudden idea.
gpt
Why, it is he who told Djalma that you were in love with some one else.
human
I!
gpt
And this it was which occasioned the poor youth's dreadful despair.
human
It was this which occasioned my despair.
gpt
You love him, then, just as he loves you!
human
Love him!
gpt
One of your servants, no doubt. Be calm,
human
Come in,
gpt
What is it?
human
M. Rodin has just been here. Fearing to disturb mademoiselle, he would not come in; but he will return in half an hour. Will mademoiselle receive him?
gpt
Yes, yes, said the count to Florine;
human
Quite so,
gpt
Oho! the old knave! said M. de Montbron,
human
I always had my doubts of that crooked neck!