human
Gad! that smells good! observed Dodichet;
gpt
Yes, monsieur; and I venture to flatter myself that they'll be delicious.
human
I am not mad over that animal; it seems to me that when he's cooked he becomes exactly like india rubber; but these have a seductive odor.
gpt
They are _à la provençale_. If monsieur would like a portion, they're only six sous each; that ain't dear.
human
Faith! no; and one must come to the upper end of Rue Saint-Jacques to get any sort of a dish all cooked at that price. Put one portion aside for me. I'll eat it when I come down from my friend Miflorès. For I suppose he's in, isn't he? and I'll go up.
gpt
Stop, monsieur! don't go up! it's no use; you wont find Monsieur Miflorès.
human
Has he gone out? Well, then I'll wait for him and eat my snails now; he won't be out long, I fancy?
gpt
Oh! I beg your pardon, monsieur; I can assure you that he'll never come back.
human
What do you say? he'll never come back? Has he moved again, then? What does this mean?
gpt
Why, don't you know what has happened, monsieur?
human
Parbleu! madame, if I did know, I wouldn't ask you.
gpt
Well, then, monsieur, I'll tell you everything, just as it happened. But first let me pick up this snail which slipped out of my hand.
human
To be sure; shall you cook it with the others?