human
I stand on the strict command the King gave me, said Michael quietly.
gpt
Sir, how could a man do otherwise?
human
Duchess, he said,
gpt
Ah, it is so good to see you, Monsieur Metcalf, so good! You have the laughter ready always—it is so good to laugh! There is—what you call it?—too much salt in tears, and tears, they fall so quick if one allows it. Now, you will tell me—before you take my letter—when does your big company ride in? Some say to-day, others two, three days later. For myself, I want to see your tall men come. They will make light the King’s heart—and he so _triste_—ah, _croyez-vous_ that he is _triste_!