human
There he is,
gpt
Who?
human
The insolent wretch who amused himself at my expense, and whom you must punish!
gpt
My corns hurt me terribly! the weather will change to-morrow; it's a sure sign of rain!
human
I'm not talking about your corns, monsieur; there's the young man who was responsible for my carrying a cigar in my bosom two months, and I must have satisfaction, monsieur. I will sit here on this bench, and I shan't lose sight of you. Go and challenge Monsieur Pigeonnier; if you don't, never hope to enter my boudoir again! you understand, monsieur; now, go!