human
gpt
You know, Mr. Chezter, 'tantine' tha'z 'auntie,' an' tha'z j'uz' a li'l' name of affegtion for her, biccause she takes so much mo' care of us than we of her; you see? But that bower an' that li'l' lake, my sizter an' me we construc' them both, that bower an' that li'l' lake.
human
And we assure you that was not ladies' work. 'Twas not till weeks we achieve' that. That geniuz Aline! _she_ was the arshetec'. And those goldfishes--like Aline--are self-su'porting! We dispose them at the apothecary, Dauphine and Toulouse Street--ha, ha, ha! Corinne, tha'z the egstent of commerce we ever been ab'e to make, eh?
gpt
And now, said Aline,
human
Ah, yes, responded Mlle. Corinne,
gpt
The manuscrip'! the myzteriouz manuscrip'!
human
Yes, you, Yvonne, the elder sister said, and Aline added:
gpt
We'll not read till you return.
human
Ah, yes, yes! Read without me!
gpt
No-no-no-no-no! We'll wait!
human
We'll wait, Yvonne.
gpt
First, Hector will tell us who's there.
human
C'est M. et Mme. Rene Ducatel!
gpt
Well? Hector will give your excuses; you are imperatively engaged.
human
Ah, _chère_, on Sunday evening! Tha'z an incredibility! Must you not let me go? You 'ave 'Ector.
gpt
Ah-h! and we are here to read this momentous document to Hector?
human
Chère, you make me tremble. Those Ducatel', they've come so far! How can we show them so li'l' civilization when they've come so far? An' me I'm convince', and Yvonne she's convince', that you an' Mr. Chezter you'll be ab'e to judge that manuscrip' better al-lone. Oh, yes! we are convince' of that, biccause, you know--I'm _sorrie_--we are prejudice' in its favor!
gpt
Maybe hearing it, he half-heartedly said,
human
No, we've tri' that. Her smile was tearful.
gpt
Ah, _chérie_, you both muz' pardon. Laz' night we was both so af-raid about that, an' of a so affegtionate curio-zitie, that we was _compel_' to read that manuscrip' through! An' we are convince'--though tha'z not ab-out clocks, neither angels, neither lovers--yet same time tha'z a moz' marvellouz manuscrip'. Biccause, you know, tha'z a true story, that 'Holy Crozz.' Tha'z concerning an insurregtion of slave'--there in Santa Cruz. And 'a slave insurregtion,' tha'z what they ought to call it, yes!--to prom-ote the sale. Already laz' night Yvonne she say she's convince' that in those Northron citie', where they are since lately _so fon_' of that subjec', there be people by _dozen_'--will _devour_ that story!
human
Hector, said Aline,
gpt
For what?
human
I want to take it to my quarters and judge it there. Why shouldn't I?
gpt
Yes, you may do that.
human
And now tell me of your father, or his father--the one Beloiseau knew--Théophile Chapdelaine.
gpt
Both were Théophile. He knew them both.
human
Then tell me of both.
gpt
Mr. Chester, 'twould be to talk of myself!
human
I won't take it so. Tell the story purely as theirs. It must be fine. They were set, in conscience, against the conscience of their day----
gpt
So is Mr. Chester.
human
Never mind that, either. We're in a joint commercial enterprise; we want a few good stories that will hang on one stem. Our business is business; a primrose by the river's brim--nothing more! Although
gpt
Mr. Chester, take away the 'although' and I'll tell the story.
human
I take it away. Although----
gpt
A yellow primrose was to him----