human
You have forgotten one trifling incident, Herr Lozoncyi: you set a price upon your picture of me---- She pauses, and then, coolly surveying her listeners, she goes on,
gpt
I had to promise Herr Lozoncyi to give him a kiss for my portrait.
human
And may I ask if you kept your word, Countess?
gpt
Yes,
human
Charming! exclaims Count Treurenberg.
gpt
And, between ourselves, I would not have believed it of you, Countess! You were a lucky fellow, Lozoncyi.
human
What a gloomy face! Ah, Countess, can you regret the alms bestowed upon a poor lad by an infant nine years old? If you only knew how often the memory of your childish kindness has strengthened and encouraged me, you would not grudge it.