human
There they go, these doomed ones! sobbed madame, with a great gush of tears.
gpt
Farewell, farewell, poor devoted Griselda.
human
Be content, dear madame, I do not forsake thee--take comfort of thy slave!
gpt
Oh, chevalier, is there ever a man on this stale old globe who can show a heart like faithful Margaret's?
human
I do not. I have yet to meet the man who is content to love without one hope of recompense; who counts it joy to lay his all at the feet of the one who has scorned him--who rushes with a willing soul to brave death in the service of his enemy.
gpt
Madame is skeptical, madame is cruel. Ah--could she read the heart of Calembours----
human
Ha, ha, ha! mocked madame, wildly,
gpt
Ambition is my god, breathed madame, tauntingly.
human
I will climb to the highest step of the social ladder, and there I'll feel content.
gpt
If madame would accept my poor help to raise her to her throne,
human
Madame, I am not what I seem.
gpt
Faith, I don't think you are.
human
Madame, on the honor of a chevalier, I possess some fine titles and estates.
gpt
Foolish man, to cloak your royalty with this disguise!
human
I am Count de S. S. Turin.
gpt
I salute you, count.
human
I am Knight of the Three Sicilies.
gpt
Receive my obeisance, knight.
human
I possess fine vineyards in Hungary, and a jewel-mine.
gpt
My congratulations, illustrious sir.
human
And I am your devoted slave, Madame Hesslein. The luring, mocking, maddening face of the lady lit up with fierce joy. She averted it quickly.
gpt
I will resume these titles so dignified, cried the chevalier,
human
I will return to my fatherland; ver' good, _mon ange_, you shall accompany, you shall be my wife. You shall rule over nine hundred vinedressers, and seven vineyards, _ma chère_; they are worth seventy thousand florins in the year; and you shall wear the gems of agate, of jasper--of diamonds as you wear this leetel ribbon--madame, all I have shall be yours.
gpt
You are flattering, chevalier, she remarked,
human
But first, said madame, with a keen glance,
gpt
Incomparable woman, you doubt what is to the Hungarian noblesse dearer than life--my honor. But come, I will give you my proofs.