human
They are taking as long as they can, on purpose, she whispered to me, with the air of a naughty child planning mischief behind the backs of its elders.
gpt
Anything to keep me to themselves and away from you! But you are walking, and the way is uphill for a very long time, so the hotel people say. We shall catch you up, and just to spite the Di Nivolis, if nothing more, I shall beg first one of you, then the other, to let me give you a lift. Neither of you must refuse, or I shall cry, and no man has ever made me cry yet.
human
I'm sure no man ever will,
gpt
And no boy?
human
I wonder how you would look when you cried, Contessa?