human
You are not saying anything, Monsieur de Buxieres; do you regret having come to this fete?
gpt
Regret it, Mademoiselle? returned he;
human
To me? You are joking. It is the good-humor of the people, the spring sunshine, and the pure air of the forest that you must thank. I have no part in it.
gpt
You are everything in it, on the contrary, said he, tenderly.
human
Before I knew you, I had met with country people, seen the sun and trees, and so on, and nothing made any impression on me. But, just now, when you were singing over there, I felt gladdened and inspired; I felt the beauty of the woods, I sympathized with these good people, and these grand trees, all these things among which you live so happily. It is you who have worked this miracle. Ah! you are well named. You are truly the fairy of the feast, the queen of the woods!