human
My lord, she said,
gpt
Now, my lord, she said,
human
Under penalty?
gpt
Of your life, yes.
human
So! he grunted admiringly;
gpt
Monsieur!
human
You devil! he resumed, sneering now in all his ugliness of wine and rage and disappointment.
gpt
What were _you?_ Mistress of the prince of France! Toy of a score of nobles! Slave of that infamous rake, your husband! Much you've got in your life to make you uppish now with me!
human
My lord, she said evenly,
gpt
Well, well, he growled,
human
I admit we don't get on very well in our little love affair; but I swear you drive me out of my mind. I'll never find another woman in the world like you. It's Sir Richard Pakenham asks you to begin a new future with himself.
gpt
We begin no future, my lord.
human
What do you mean? Have you lied to me? Do you mean to break your word--your promise?
gpt
It is within the hour that I have learned what the truth is.
human
God damn my soul!
gpt
Yes, my lord, she answered,
human
God will damn your soul in so far as it is that of a brute and not that of a gentleman or a statesman.
gpt
This from one of your sort!
human
Stop, now! she cried.
gpt
Not one word more of that! I say within the hour I have learned what is the truth. I am Helena von Ritz, thief on the cross, and at last clean!
human
God A'might, Madam! How pious! he sneered.
gpt
Something's behind all this. I know your record. What woman of the court of Austria or France comes out with _morals?_ We used you here because you had none. And now, when it comes to the settlement between you and me, you talk like a nun. As though a trifle from virtue such as yours would be missed!
human
Ah, my God!