human
Oh, how you play with the child,
gpt
I must love him doubly now. Who knows whether later he will have anything to do with me?
human
I could not resolve to dress; to appear at dinner in a _peignoir_ is a fault which is pardoned in convalescents, and after twenty-four hours of railway travel, I feel at least like a convalescent. Ah, how pretty it is here!