human
What does this mean? he cried.
gpt
What! this man who was introduced to me as a wealthy Italian count, who was looking for a young lady without a dowry to marry, is a druggist from Pontoise, and married already? Why, then, I have been made a fool of! There has been an attempt to cheat me!--Answer, monsieur the commission merchant in sugar, and you, Madame Putiphar, who undertake to arrange marriages! What have you to say?
human
Why, it was monsieur who told me that he had a friend--who was very rich--who wanted a wife.--Come, monsieur, didn't you tell me that?
gpt
Yes, I did, Dodichet replied;
human
I told you so because I thought so. That rascal of a Miflorès deceived me too, and I am in despair.--But, after all, Monsieur Mirotaine, I don't see that there's any occasion for you to fly into such a rage. This mistake has afforded you an opportunity to give your friends a dinner party; you certainly can't be sorry for that. And as for myself, it has given me the pleasure of making your acquaintance, which I hope to cultivate. I will bring you some specimens of sugar and molasses, first quality. Meanwhile, I must run after this Miflorès, who has deceived me shamefully. He will have my life, or I his; but I prefer to have his.--Mesdames, I lay my homage at your feet!
gpt
Do you suppose that he will really fight with that pretended count?
human
He, fight with the other one! It's easy to see that you don't know Dodichet! He's a _blagueur_ of the first order, and all this is only a practical joke that he undertook to play on you.
gpt
A dinner of eleven covers! he murmured.
human
Oh! my fine claret!
gpt
And your pretended count has carried off my hat!
human
Cheer up, my dear, said his wife;