human
I love you now as much as I always admired you--pray believe it!
gpt
Oh, how kind of you to say that! said Trilby, her own eyes filling.
human
I'm not at all the dangerous or designing person you thought. I knew quite well I wasn't a proper person to marry your son all the time; and told him so again and again. It was very stupid of me to say yes at last. I was miserable directly after, I assure you. Somehow I couldn't help myself--I was driven.
gpt
Oh, don't talk of that! don't talk of that! You've never been to blame in any way--I've long known it--I've been full of remorse! You've been in my thoughts always, night and day. Forgive a poor jealous mother. As if _any_ man could help loving you--or any woman either. Forgive me!
human
Oh, Mrs. Bagot--forgive _you_! What a funny idea! But, anyhow, you've forgiven _me_, and that's all I care for now. I was very fond of your son--as fond as could be. I am now, but in quite a different sort of way, you know--the sort of way _you_ must be, I fancy! There was never another like him that I ever met--anywhere! You _must_ be so proud of him; who wouldn't? _Nobody's_ good enough for him. I would have been only too glad to be his servant, his humble servant! I used to tell him so--but he wouldn't hear of it--he was much too kind! He always thought of others before himself. And, oh! how rich and famous he's become! I've heard all about it, and it did me good. It does me more good to think of than anything else; far more than if I were to be ever so rich and famous myself, I can tell you!