human
Has Madame la Marquise by chance any protegé among her many friends who has written a play with a plot? An embryo Hardy, for example. Almost, if a poor poet might be permitted to have a thought, and again his glance rested with contempt on Desparre;
gpt
I would wager such to be the case. Some gentleman of her house who deems that he has the sacred fire within him----
human
Supposing, interrupted Diane,
gpt
Madame, exclaimed le Duc Desparre,
human
Why not? she asked, with a swift glance that met his; a glance that reminded him--he knew not why--of the blue steely glitter of a rapier.
gpt
Why not? Have not other women of France, of my class, done such things?
human
Frequently, de Crébillon replied, answering the question addressed to the other.
gpt
Frequently. Yet--yet--never that I can recall in public, before the lower orders, the people. But to pass a soirée away, to amuse one's friends in the country. That would be another thing. A little comedy now,--with a brilliant, startling conclusion--
human
Mine is not a comedy!
gpt
Perhaps, questioned the dramatist,
human
Nay, a drama. One of our own times.