human
Try this delicious salmon; permit me to help you, the charming host turns to Elsa. She makes a desperate attempt to do justice to the salmon.
gpt
Strange, remarks Von Harfink,
human
I am behind the times, says she.
gpt
I still am frightened by a telegram, and always feel nervous at a wedding.
human
You must taste this salmi, Baroness, he entreats.
gpt
Monsieur Galatin, my cook, would be unhappy if he learned that every one had not eaten some of his salmi. _Pâte à la Kotschubey_, he calls it. Only to-day, this Galatin said to me: '_Ah, Monsieur le Chevalier_, when I think how often Prince Kotschubey got his stomach out of order with my salmi. The physicians said he died of gastrosis, ah! he died of my salmi.'
human
You have a dangerous cook,
gpt
But I understand this Kotschubey, do you know, continues Papa Harfink.
human
Since I have had this cook, I really have to go to Marienbad twice every year. And besides, he is a splendid fellow, talks politics like a deputy. He formerly served only with the highest nobility. I took him with the castle from Count Sylvani. A peculiar fellow--this Galatin; will not stay away from the swans and the park. A poetic creature; do you know, Baroness, he reads Victor Hugo and the Medisations of Lamartine.
gpt
Ah really, the Medisations of Lamartine, says Elsa, smiling. Susanna Harfink rushes to the assistance of her distressed husband.
human
Ha! ha! ha! says she, with her shrill laugh.
gpt
My husband always calls meditations medisations--very malicious, do you not think so, but a good joke.