human
Laure--Vauxcelles! What--what--do you know of her? She is not of your--our--class.
gpt
Pardon. Every woman who is well favoured is--of your class.
human
What do you know of her?
gpt
Only, she answered,
human
and she nodded towards Monsieur's still unfinished flask of tokay.
gpt
When he is asleep at the head of his table endeavouring to--well--sleep off--shake off its fumes ere going to his box close by to hear La Gautier sing.
human
What did you hear?
gpt
Gossip, the Marquise answered.
human
Gossip. Perhaps true--perhaps idle. God knows. The story of a man, she continued, with a shrug of her shoulders,
gpt
Was that mentioned?
human
It was hinted at. It was known, too, by one listener, at least--myself--to be true. A man, she continued,
gpt
she went on with machine-like insistence,
human
Also, interrupted Monsieur le Duc,
gpt
To adopt the rôle of a fool, she continued, unheeding his words.
human
To marry the woman--the niece of a broken-down gamester--who refuses to become his victim. A creature bred up in the gutter!
gpt
Madame will allow that this--fool--is subject to no control or criticism?
human
Madame will allow anything that Monsieur le Duc desires. Even, if he pleases, that he is a coward and contemptible.