human
Charles, my boy, he said,
gpt
Gladly, general, said Charles, clinging to Pichegru's arm.
human
What is it?
gpt
I don't know yet. I have a friend at Besançon named Rose; she lives in the Rue Collombier, No. 7.
human
Ah! exclaimed Charles,
gpt
I know her, she is our family seamstress. She is a kind-hearted woman about thirty, who limps a little.
human
Exactly, said Pichegru, smiling.
gpt
The other day she sent me six fine linen shirts which she had made herself. I should like to send her something in return.
human
That is a good idea, general.
gpt
But what shall I send? I do not know what would please her.
human
Take the advice that the weather itself gives you--buy her a good umbrella. We will use it on the way home. Then I will tell her that you have used it, and it will be all the more precious to her.
gpt
You are right; it will be most useful to her when she goes out. Poor Rose, she has no carriage. Let us go in here.