human
I understand it not, said Clara.
gpt
Albeit it is plain enough to the eye, the sense is mysterious.
human
It speaks to me of danger to my gallant son, said the Countess with a sigh,
gpt
Thou knowest, said Clara,
human
I know thou art proud in spirit, Clara, as becomes one of the princely line of Plantagenet. But 'tis a mother who asks thee to aid her in keeping her darling son from danger. Heaven knows I have little heart for revelling just now, but something we must invent to detain Essex at Kenilworth till the danger blows over.