human
What is that? What hast thou been playing to us? Fabio exclaimed.--Valeria uttered not a word, but her whole being seemed to repeat her husband's question. Muzio laid the violin on the table, and lightly shaking back his hair, said, with a courteous smile:
gpt
That? That melody ... that song I heard once on the island of Ceylon. That song is known there, among the people, as the song of happy, satisfied love.
human
Repeat it,
gpt
No; it is impossible to repeat it, replied Muzio.
human
And it is late now. Signora Valeria ought to rest; and it is high time for me also.... I am weary.