human
Well, what have you seen, Calbot?
gpt
Some evil thing has come between Miss Burleigh and me, and has parted us. I have seen it--two or three times. She has felt it. It's killing her, Drayton. As for me.... You know me pretty well, and you know what my life has been thus far. I've not been a good man, of course--quite the contrary; I've done any quantity of bad things, but I don't know that I've committed any such hideous sin as ought to bring a punishment like this upon me--not to speak of _her_! I'm not a parricide, nor an adulterer; I never sold my salvation to the devil--did I, Drayton?
human
No, no, of course not, my dear Calbot. You have a fever, that's all. Don't get excited. Just lie down on the sofa for half an hour, and quiet yourself a little.
gpt
I see you think I'm out of my head, and no wonder. I behave like a madman. But I'm not mad at all; I wish I could think I were. This shuddering--it won't last--but I tell you, Drayton, when you see a man of my health and strength stricken this way in two days, you may believe it would have driven many a man to madness, or to suicide----
human
Let me pour it out for you; your hand shakes so. I can give you some splendid French cognac, if you'd prefer it? Well. Hadn't you better lie down?
gpt
Come, I can control myself, now--I will!