Good god

Good God! Who are this Wretch’s Advisers?

“Young lady, there is no hope; one side of the Duchesse is struck with palsy; she retains her senses, and will, most probably, to the last; but she cannot live through the night.” / “Good God!” exclaimed Francesca; “and the Duc de Mercœur left Paris this morning!” For a moment all command over herself was lost, and she sank on a seat, sick and faint with sudden agony.

"Good God, sir," exclaimed the officer, "is it possible?" And the next moment his eye lighted up with professional ambition. "This will make a deal of noise," he said.