human
A nice fête we'll have, to be sure! she began.
gpt
There was I, boiling beautiful white meat and roasting fat pullets when the news came that the Hirondelle was acting the lifeboat off Les Verrés! I thought you'd all be drowned, at the very least, and I wouldn't have been a bit surprised, because anything might happen to that light-headed Monsieur Tollemache and that grinning, good-for-nothing Peridot. _Cré nom!_ I wouldn't have crossed the street if you two weren't aboard! And now the bottom will be burnt out of the pan, and my four lovely fowls frizzled to a cinder! Barbe, you little minx, run ahead and see that the big kettle is put on to boil! Monsieur Ingersoll and Yvonne must have hot baths, with mustard, and I'll stand over them till they swallow a good tumblerful each of scalding wine. I'll give them Les Verrés--see if I don't!
human
said Yvonne.
gpt
My father is shaken because, although successful, we have brought one dead man to Pont Aven, and perhaps a dead woman too.
human
Ah, that's sad--that's dreadful! wheezed Mère Pitou.
gpt
Poor things! Who are they?
human
An Englishman gentleman--and his wife.
gpt
They may be Americans. We hardly know yet.