human
Your _chef_ is a real Watteau, Monsieur--a marvel at design.
gpt
He doubtless dreamt what stars were to beam over his landscape, Madame,
human
What stars, Monsieur?
gpt
My lady's eyes, n'est-ce pas?
human
Monsieur, said the Canoness, who was not quite so young, but very pretty,
gpt
None of these ladies, including yourself, Madame, have any need of compliments, in my humble opinion.
human
You deserve a reward, sir. Our Chapter is giving some Arcadian receptions, and you shall be one of the shepherds. We have absolute idylls of white sheep in our garden, though we cannot go to the length, of course, of wearing those old costumes of the nymphs and shepherdesses. How entrancing those costumes were,