human
Oh! let me go! let me go! and I will give you ten pens.
gpt
Did you mean what you said just now, mademoiselle?
human
What?
gpt
That whoever would drink the ink should be your little husband?
human
Yes, stupid! But let me go--
gpt
Then it is true?
human
Of course it is. Let me go!
gpt
Run away quickly! nobody can see us.
human
SHE WAS GROWING IMPATIENT.
gpt
Can it indeed be true? I pondered.
human
Have I only to drain that phial of ink in order to become Georgette's husband some day? She said so, and she must know!