human
Batoche! she exclaimed in a smothered voice.
gpt
You are an angel of Providence.
human
I heard he was ill and I came to see him.
gpt
Yes, you heard he was ill and you came, at the peril of your life. You are a noble man, a generous friend. Oh, how he will be delighted to see you. He sleeps; we cannot awake him, but when he awakes, your presence will give him strength and courage. And Zulma----
human
It is Hardinge, said M. Belmont
gpt
Go into the adjoining room, Batoche. He will not remain long. Perhaps, as the sick man is now reposing, he may not come up stairs at all.