human
Mrs Turnbull, what soup have you there?
gpt
Lord Babbleton takes soup,
human
Madame, do you soup? or do you fish?
gpt
Merci, no soup--_poisson_.
human
Don't be afraid, madame; we've a French cook: you won't be _poisoned_ here,
gpt
Comment, my chere madame, I meant to say dat I prefer de cod.
human
Mr T, some soup for Madame. John, a _clean_ plate for Lord Babbleton. What will your lordship condescend to _make use_ of now?
gpt
Ah, madame, votre cuisine est superbe,
human
replied Mrs Turnbull.
gpt
Mrs Peters, will you try the dish next Mr Turnbull? What is it? (_looking at her card_)--
human
His lordship is very partial to lamb,
gpt
Mr Turnbull, some lamb for Lord Babbleton, and for Mr Peters.
human
Directly, my dear.--Well, Jacob, you see, when I was first mate--
gpt
Dear! Mr Turnbull--I've such an 'eadache. Do, pray, cut the lamb. (_Aside_.) Mr Mortimer, do go and whisper to Mr Turnbull that I beg he will put on his gloves.
human
Mrs Peters, you're doing nothing. Mr Mortimer, 'and round the side dishes, and let John serve out the champagne.
gpt
Mrs Peters, there's a _wolley went o' weaters_. Will you make use of some? Mrs Drummond, will you try the dish coming round? It is--let me see--_chew farsy_. My Lord Babbleton, I 'ope the lamb's _to your liking_? Monshere Tagliabue--William, give Monshere a clean plate. What will you take next?
human
Vraiment, madame, tout est excellent, superbe! Je voudrais embrasser votre cuisinier--c'est un artiste comme il n'y a pas?