human
He is growing exigeant, jealous, presuming; he amuses me no longer--he wearies. I must give him his congé, thought Madame la Marquise.
gpt
This play at eternal passion is very amusing for a while, but, like all things, gets tiresome when it has lasted some time. What does not? Poor Gaston, it is his provincial ideas, but he will soon rub such off, and find, like us all, that sincerity is troublesome, ever de trop, and never profitable. He loves me--but bah! so does Saint-Elix, so do they all, and a jealous husband like M. de Nesmond, _le drôle!_ could scarcely be worse than my young De Launay is growing!