human
Oh, but I _have_, monsieur; you heard me sing 'Ben Bolt,' didn't you? What makes you say that?
gpt
When I play the 'Rosemonde' of Schubert, matemoiselle, you look another way and smoke a cigarette.... You look at the big Taffy, at the Little Billee, at the pictures on the walls, or out of window, at the sky, the chimney-pots of Notre Dame de Paris; you do not look at Svengali!--Svengali, who looks at you with all his eyes, and plays you the 'Rosemonde' of Schubert!
human
Oh, maïe, aïe! exclaimed Trilby;
gpt
But never mind, matemoiselle; when your pain arrives, then shall you come once more to Svengali, and he shall take it away from you, and keep it himself for a soufenir of you when you are gone. And when you have it no more, he shall play you the 'Rosemonde' of Schubert, all alone for you; and then, 'Messieurs les étutiants, montez à la chaumière!' ... because it is gayer! _And you shall see nothing, hear nothing, think of nothing but Svengali, Svengali, Svengali!_