human
Oh, heaven! oh, heaven! can I believe my eyes? sang Mouillot;
gpt
And he is dressed like several milords,
human
And he has come to withdraw his olive from circulation.
gpt
Yes, messieurs, rejoined Tobie;
human
I am rich--very rich; my aunt is dead--that respectable lady of whom I have often spoken to you, and with whom I expected to go into partnership. She is dead, and I am her heir; she left me a magnificent business.
gpt
In what line?
human
In all lines. I may go on with the business; I have not decided yet. As for that unlucky olive, it isn't my fault that I haven't redeemed it sooner; I don't know Monsieur Varinet's address.
gpt
You ought to have asked us.
human
I never meet you anywhere.
gpt
Bah! what a flimsy excuse! we are at this café every morning. But, never mind; if you are anxious to pay Varinet, he is to join us here soon.
human
Oh! then I'll wait for him.
gpt
And do you know that poor Albert----
human
Is dead; yes, I know it.
gpt
Killed in a duel--and no one knows by whom! Isn't it a most extraordinary thing?
human
Ah! things happen sometimes in the world that one can't talk about; but people always end by discovering the truth! You surely can understand that the man who killed Albert is not likely to go about boasting of it, because he is probably much affected himself.