human
In the name of all the saints, let down the curtain, and allow a sick man to rest in peace, exclaimed a gruff voice.
gpt
The light hurts my eyes, and prevents me from sleeping.
human
Your pardon, senhor, answered Don Luis, politely.
gpt
My servant's curiosity has made him commit a solecism in good manners, for which pray excuse him.
human
Well, let him draw the curtain, and leave me to repose,