human
Ah! is it you, Goddess of Reason? said Roland.
gpt
You know very well that I never drink brandy.
human
No, said she;
gpt
To the health of the commander-in-chief and of Saint-Jean-d'Acre,
human
Pooh! said she,
gpt
I sell my liquor to those who need to buy courage, but not to you. Besides, my husband will make a good thing out of this.
human
What is your husband doing?
gpt
He is the bullet merchant.
human
Well, to judge by the cannonading, he is liable to make a fortune in a short time. Where is this husband of yours?
gpt
There he is,