human
I shall not die, but live; and declare the works of the Lord.
gpt
Ah, is there anyone like LeMaury! Alone in the eighteenth century he had eyes for the world of wood and stream. You poets and critics, why do you never write of him? Is it true that no one knows anything of his life?
human
I do not think I exaggerate, madame, when I say that I alone in Paris know his history. He was a compatriot of mine.
gpt
Oh, come, Mr. Everett, LeMaury an American! With that name!
human
He called himself LeMaury after his protector, the man who brought him to France. His real name was Everett, like my own. He was cousin to one of my great-grandfathers.
gpt
Ah, an old family story. That is the best kind. You must tell it to me.
human
I will write it for you, madame.
gpt
Warm weather's come