human
I had not thought about it again, she answered.
gpt
I have thought of nothing but your painting all the evening, until that woman sang that phrase as though she were asking the Conte di Luna for more strawberries and cream.
human
A few more strawberries, and give me some more cream.
gpt
Don't look so grim, papa, she said in English.
human
Nobody can hear me here, you know.
gpt
I should not think anybody would wish to,
human
I do not know why you are always so angry if I sing anything foolish, said the young girl, going back to Italian.
gpt
One cannot be always serious. But I was talking about your frescoes, Signor Reanda. I have thought of nothing else.