human
You don't know me, Batoche?
gpt
I must be mistaken. It cannot be.
human
Yes, it is I--
gpt
M. Belmont!
human
Yes, Batoche, we remember each other, though we have not met for some years. You live the life of an anchorite here, never coming to the city, and I remain in retirement, scarcely ever going from the city. We are almost strangers, and yet we are friends. We _must_ be friends now, even if we were not before.