human
Now I'll go to Durien's and sit. How can I thank you, monsieur? You have taken all my pain away.
gpt
Yes, matemoiselle. I have got it myself; it is in my elbows. But I love it, because it comes from you. Every time you have pain you shall come to me, 12 Rue Tire-Liard, au sixième au-dessus de l'entresol, and I will cure you and take your pain myself--
human
Oh, you are too good! and in her high spirits she turned round on her heel and uttered her portentous war-cry,
gpt
Milk below!
human
What is that you say, matemoiselle?
gpt
Oh! it's what the milkmen say in England.
human
It is a wonderful cry, matemoiselle--wunderschön! It comes straight through the heart; it has its roots in the stomach, and blossoms into music on the lips like the voice of Madame Alboni--voce sulle labbre! It is good production--c'est un cri du cœur!
gpt
Yes, matemoiselle! I only know one person in the whole world who can produce the voice so well as you! I give you my word of honor.
human
Who is it, monsieur--yourself?
gpt
Ach, no, matemoiselle; I have not that privilege. I have unfortunately no voice to produce.... It is a waiter at the Café de la Rotonde, in the Palais Royal; when you call for coffee, he says 'Boum!' in basso profondo. Tiefstimme--F. moll below the line--it is phenomenal! It is like a cannon--a cannon also has very good production, matemoiselle. They pay him for it a thousand francs a year, because he brings many customers to the Café de la Rotonde, where the coffee isn't very good. When he dies they will search all France for another, and then all Germany, where the good big waiters come from--and the cannons--but they will not find him, and the Café de la Rotonde will be bankrupt--unless you will consent to take his place. Will you permit that I shall look into your mouth, matemoiselle?