human
Why, what's the rush? cried Ingersoll.
gpt
And who in the world are all these letters for?
human
Father dear, have you forgotten the date? This is Barbe's name day,
gpt
Oh, that's the explanation of tonight's festivity, laughed Ingersoll.
human
Sorry. It quite slipped my mind. Of course she has wagonloads of friends who make a point of remembering these things. Lucky Barbe! And, by the way, Madame, what about those pictures which the Lady of Le Faouet was to dispose of? It's high time she was getting busy. Here are three months sped and--if anything rather a slump in Ingersolls. Actually, my best commission thus far is a series of picture postcards of Le Pouldu--with benefits deferred till next season.
gpt
Perhaps the good saint knew that you kept your tongue in your cheek while you were seeking her help,
human
Impossible. It was lolling out. You ungrateful one, didn't I climb the hill twice for your sake?