human
How bright, how natural everything looks! cried Euphrosyne.
gpt
I do love this room. This is the place that we thought was to be sacked and burnt! I won't believe such nonsense another time. I never will be frightened again. Grandpapa, do not you love this room?
human
It is a pretty room, my dear; and it looks very bright when you are in it.
gpt
Oh, thank you!
human
And now, will you look; at my work--(sit down here)--and tell me--(where are your glasses?)--tell me whether you ever saw a prettier pattern. It is a handkerchief fit for a princess.
gpt
It is very prettily worked, my dear. And whom is it for? Some very elegant lady. Is it for the First Consul's lady? They say she is the most elegant lady in the world--though she is a Creole, like you, my darling. Is your pretty handkerchief for her?
human
No, grandpapa. I dare say she has all the ladies in France to work for her. I should like, if you have no objection, to send this to Madame L'Ouverture!
gpt
To Madame L'Ouverture. Why? Has not she daughters to work handkerchiefs for her, and plenty of money to buy them? Why should you prick your fingers in her service?
human
I should like that L'Ouverture himself should observe, some day, that she has a beautiful handkerchief; and then, if he should ask, he would find out that there is a little Creole girl who is very grateful to him for his generosity to her colour.
gpt
Do not speak of colour, child. What expressions you pick up from Afra, and such people! It is our distinction that we have no colour--that we are white.
human
That is the distinction of the nuns, I know; but I hoped it was not mine yet. I do not forget how you pinch my cheek sometimes, and talk about roses.
gpt
What is there? What do I see? cried the old man, whose mind seemed open to everything agreeable that met his observation, on his return home.
human
Are those the same little birds that you were wooing the other morning? No creature that has ever seen you, my dear, ever forgets you. Nothing that you have spoken to ever deserts you. Shy creatures, that are afraid of everybody else, haunt you.
gpt
Oh! you are thinking of the little spotted fawn.
human
Spotted fawn or squirrel--baby or humming-bird--it is always the same, child. They all come to you. I dare say these little creatures have been flitting about the balcony and these rooms, ever since we went away. Now they have found you.
gpt
They do not seem to care much about me, now we have met,