human
Want to know what's the matter with him? he said.
gpt
Ha, I'll tell you! Woman.
human
Woman--God bless me!
gpt
Woman, little man; I mean the want of a woman,
human
He has an excellent cook, and his bed and jackets are well aired; I see them constantly at the windows.
gpt
Woman, Padre --nodding to the priest, and rubbing his chin so that it rasped like sand-paper--
human
Woman, my druggist --throwing a sly look at the Chemist----
gpt
--this in deference to his good friend the Cure--
human
Ah, my friend, you are droll,
gpt
It is such a whim, such a whim!
human
Ha--you shall see! The man must be saved; our Cure shall have his fees; our druggist shall provide the finest essences for the feast--no more pills. And we shall dine with our Avocat once a week--with asparagus in season for the Cure, and a little good wine for all. Ha!