human
This is rather stupid, Doxie, began Lord Adolphus, addressing his sister;
gpt
No compliments, _petit ami_, laughed the Marchioness, with a dainty blow of her fan.
human
Yes, Dolph, have vingt-et-un, or music, or anything you like. Sing us something, Lucrezia.
gpt
I shall not sing to-night.
human
Are you unwell, fairest friend?
gpt
Signore, I did not address _you_.
human
Well, my dear Lucrezia, we can't make you sing, of course, if you won't. I, for my part, always do any little thing I can to amuse anybody; if I fail, I fail; I have done my best, and my friends will appreciate the effort, if not the result. No, my dear Prince, do not tease her, said the Marchioness to Orangia Magnolia, who was arguing, I thought, somewhat imperatively for such a well-bred and courtly man, with Lucrezia;