human
It is a big place, said Francesca,
gpt
All the women I know have wretched little sitting-rooms in which they can hardly turn round, she said.
human
I will have all the space I like, and all the air and all the light. Besides, I shall always have the dear Cupid and Psyche, to remind me of you.
gpt
And me? he asked, as innocently and simply as she.
human
What will you do with me?
gpt
Whatever you like, she said, taking it quite for granted, as he did, that he was to work for her all his life.
human
You can have a studio in the house, just as it used to be, if you please. And you can paint the great canvas for the ceiling of the dining-room. Or shall I restore the old chapel? Which should you rather do--oil-painting, or fresco?
gpt
You would not want the altar piece which I should paint,
human
Santa Francesca? she asked.
gpt
It would have to be Santa Francesca. The chapel is dedicated to her. You could make a beautiful picture of her--a portrait, perhaps--
human
Of yourself? Yes, I could do that,
gpt
No, she said, and hesitated.
human
Of your wife,