human
Oh! how horrible!
gpt
How horrible! how horrible! repeated a voice in the crowd.
human
I should like to know who is the aristocrat who speaks thus disrespectfully of the instrument which has done more for human civilization than any invention since that of the plow?
gpt
It is I, sir, said Mademoiselle de Fargas;
human
Ah! you are in haste, said a thin, dried-up little man, dressed in the ignoble _carmagnole_ or jacket which had not been worn for the last two years or so. He was white with rage.
gpt
Ah! you are in haste! Well, you will have to get out of your carriage, and you will have to go on foot--if so be that we let you go at all.
human
Postilion! said Diane,
gpt
Can it be, perchance, that I am talking to citizen François Groulin?
human
I believe you are mocking me, said the little man, darting toward the carriage, and arranging the red cap, now out of fashion for some time, but which citizen François Groulin had determined to bring into fashion again in the provinces.
gpt
Well, yes, it is I. What have you to say to me?
human
In the first place, said she,