human
This is it, really?
gpt
I swear it, he answered.
human
It is the piece of writing that I found in the hidden cubby-hole of the old cabinet in the Oak Parlour. It is written in French, you know.
gpt
Yes, I know, I know, she assented absently. For a moment she was quite still, and then, with a strange exclamation, she put the paper to her lips.
human
she murmured.
gpt
Dearest, what is it?
human
Nothing, nothing, she replied, withdrawing a little from his touch.
gpt
I was unwell for the moment,--_ce ne fait rien_. No, no, you are not to kiss me, please.