human
In truth, monsieur, he is a rarity, an oddity. He is priest and bishop both----
gpt
So, interrupted St. Georges,
human
That is true, monsieur. One who will go far. 'Twas but last year the king sent him ambassador to Cologne; now they say he goes to Turin.
gpt
So, so. But this one here--this bishop? And if Bishop of Lodève, what does he do in Burgundy?
human
Villainies, _scélératesses_, interrupted the hostess, turning away from the fowl she was basting on the spit and emphasizing her remarks with her great wooden spoon.
gpt
Oh! figure to yourself--he is a villain. _Ma foi, oui!_ A bishop! Ha! A true one. Boasts he believes not in a God, yet rules Languedoc with a rod of iron since Cardinal Bonzi fell off his perch; entertains the wickedest _mondaines_ of Louis's court as they pass through Lodève; has boys to sing to him while he dines and--and--But there, she concluded as she turned to the fowl again;
human
But why? asked St. Georges, as he rose from his seat--
gpt
Remember, 'tis motherless, and, besides, is all I have in the world, all I have left to me of my dead wife. Remember that, I beseech you, as you are a mother yourself