human
You bring de flute, he cried, tapping the leather case under Nils' arm.
gpt
Ah, das-a good! Now we have some liddle fun like old times. I got somet'ing good for you. Joe shook his finger at Nils and winked his blue eyes, a bright clear eye, full of fire, though the tiny blood-vessels on the ball were always a little distended.
human
I got somet'ing for you from --he paused and waved his hand--
gpt
Hongarie. You know Hongarie? You wait!
human
He didn't tell you he had asked me to come, did he? He wanted a party and proceeded to arrange it. Isn't he fun? Don't be cross; let's give him a good time.
gpt
Isn't that like father? And he has sat here so meekly all day. Well, I won't pout. I'm glad you came. He doesn't have very many good times now any more. There are so few of his kind left. The second generation are a tame lot.
human
You know dis, Tokai? A great friend of mine, he bring dis to me, a present out of Hongarie. You know how much it cost, dis wine? Chust so much what it weigh in gold. Nobody but de nobles drink him in Bohemie. Many, many years I save him up, dis Tokai. Joe whipped out his official cork-screw and delicately removed the cork.
gpt
De old man die what bring him to me, an' dis wine he lay on his belly in my cellar an' sleep. An' now, carefully pouring out the heavy yellow wine,
human
You taste it first. I don't want so much.
gpt
You drink him slow, dis wine. He very soft, but he go down hot. You see!
human
Now get your fiddle, Vavrika,
gpt
No-no-no-no-no-no-no! No play fiddle now any more: too much ache in de finger, waving them,
human
I've forgotten all the Bohemian songs I used to play with you and Johanna. But here's one that will make Clara pout. You remember how her eyes used to snap when we called her the Bohemian Girl? Nils lifted his flute and began
gpt
When Other Lips and Other Hearts, and Joe hummed the air in a husky baritone, waving his carpet-slipper.
human
Oh-h-h, das-a fine music, he cried, clapping his hands as Nils finished.
gpt
Now 'Marble Halls, Marble Halls'! Clara, you sing him.
human
There's one more you always played, Clara said quietly;
gpt
I remember that best. She locked her hands over her knee and began
human
The Heart Bowed Down,
gpt
No-no-no-no-no-no-no! Too sad, too sad! I not like-a dat. Play quick somet'ing gay now.
human
Oh, Evelina, Sweet Evelina!