human
You know, we met Dias.
gpt
Ah?
human
He's very well.
gpt
That's nothing extraordinary.
human
He's coming to-morrow.
gpt
Good.
human
Oh, wise Minerva! cried Dias, pressing her little white hand.
gpt
You are well. You are natural. You know no weakness. You, I am sure, haven't been counting the days of my absence. I understand. I am wise, too. We are like the Seven Sages of Greece.