human
Madame Jasmin, he said in a subdued voice--a voice that was meant to, and perhaps did, express some sorrow for the worn, broken helpmate and drudge who had gone away and left him,
gpt
Madame Jasmin is dead. A year ago. My poor wife was delicate; our circumstances did not conduce to----
human
Ah! your wife. You are, then, Monsieur Jasmin? She doubtless, therefore--you--you understand why I am here? That I have brought what was promised.
gpt
I have brought what was promised,
human
I understand, he said.
gpt
Understand perfectly. Will not Madame give herself the trouble to enter my poor abode? We can talk there at our leisure.