human
Crullers and chicken! said Marcel.
gpt
You certainly do tickle the stomach, Mam’selle.
human
He pays well and steady, Jo answered, attending strictly to business.
gpt
And such a relisher I’ve never seen. Not even among your best payers, Marcel. They always ate and thought afterward if they wanted to, or had to; mine thinks while he eats. I’ve watched him pause a full minute over a mouthful, getting the flavour.
human
That’s flattering to a woman, certainly, Marcel sighed. Then:
gpt
Father Mantelle says your boarder is handsome, Mam’selle, and young.
human
Tastes differ, Jo basted her chicken with steady hand;
gpt
What’s he doing here, Jo?
human
Eating and sleeping, mostly eating. He wanders some, too. He’s partial to woods.
gpt
Hasn’t he any excuse for being here?
human
Marcel, does any one have to have an excuse for being in Point of Pines? What’s the matter with the place?
gpt
The Captain argues that he is a prospector.
human
What’s that?
gpt
Sensing about timber or land, or something that someone secret wants to buy, and has sent him to spy on.
human
Well, I don’t believe the Captain has shot the right bird, Jo laughed significantly,
gpt
A painter? What does he think he can get to do here? We leave our houses to nature.
human
He’s going to fix up the wood-cabin.