human
What gloomy weather! she said to me;
gpt
No, ah! no. I beg of you, Nathalie, interrupted Madame de Palme,
human
Well, now! my dear Bathilde, you must really have slept very badly last night,
gpt
I, my dear? ah! do not say that. I had celestial, ecstatic dreams; ecstasies, you know. My soul held converse with other souls--like your own soul. Angels smiled at me through the foliage of the cypress-trees--and so forth, and so forth!
human
By the bye, Nathalie, resumed Madame de Palme,
gpt
Then I am going away after breakfast,
human
That's very polite to us,
gpt
You know, replied the other with imperturbable assurance,