human
Since it was my lovely hostess, and not an inquisitive kitchen-wench, who was frightened, sneered he,
gpt
Argus shall be consigned to the bottom of the mere.
human
Argus knew his master Ulysses after they had been parted twenty years. Would your dog recognize you by the name of St. Udo Brand, do you suppose?
gpt
Sweet lady, would that my understanding could keep pace with your wit! But your prolific imagination suggested a riddle--which I have yet to find the meaning of, the word _conquered_!
human
Do not cry 'hallo' until you are out of the woods. But come with me--I have a riddle which waits your solving.