human
Signore, you have changed the furniture, he observed.
gpt
That chair was formerly here. This table used to be there. There are a thousand changes.
human
Yes, said Griggs, taking up his pen to go on with his work.
gpt
You have good eyes,
human
Two, assented Stefanone;
gpt
Yes, answered Griggs, with perfect indifference.
human
It is quite true.
gpt
Signore, said Stefanone, who evidently had something in his mind,
human
I was thinking in the night, and this thought came to me. The dead are dead. Requiescant! It is better for the living to live in holy peace. You never see the father of the Signora. There is bad blood between you. This was my thought--let them be reconciled, and spend an evening together. They will speak of the dead one. They will shed tears. They will embrace. Let the enmity be finished. In this way they will enjoy life more.
gpt
You are crazy, Stefanone, answered Griggs, impatiently.
human
But how do you know who is the father of the Signora?
gpt
Every one knows it, Signore! replied the peasant, with well-feigned sincerity.
human
Every one knows that it is the great English lord who lives at the hotel in the Piazza di Spagna this year. Signore, I have said a word. You must not take it ill. Enmity is bad. Friendship is a good thing. And then it is simple. With maccaroni one makes acquaintance again. There is the Falcone, but it would be better here. We will cook the maccaroni in the kitchen; you will eat on this table. What are all these papers for? Study, study! A dish of good paste is better, with cheese. I will bring a certain wine--two flasks. Then you will be friends, for you will drink together. And if the English lord drinks too much, I will go home with him to the hotel in the Piazza di Spagna. But you will only have to go to bed. Once in a year, what is it to be a little gay with good wine? At least you will be good friends. Then things will end well.