human
Blackguard! call my son Artaban a blackguard! If that woman was a man, she'd have had to give me satisfaction for that!
gpt
Good! this can fairly be called wine; and it's delicious, too! an intoxicating bouquet!
human
Will you have some water in it?
gpt
Water in such wine as this? why, it would be downright profanation! I most earnestly hope that no one will think of spoiling it with water.--Miflorès, my dear count, just taste this wine! It will make you eloquent.
human
If it does make him eloquent, it will surprise me greatly,
gpt
How they do eat and drink! thought Monsieur Mirotaine, stifling a sigh;
human
Yes, it's a very good wine.
gpt
This wine is perfect nectar!
human
Give us some more, Monsieur Mirotaine, said Dodichet;
gpt
I haven't any more, Mirotaine replied,
human
Oh! what a pity!
gpt
But you will have some champagne in a moment.
human
If it's as good in its way as the claret, it will be ambrosia.
gpt
Ah! now for the sweets!
human
It's a _crême à la vanille_,
gpt
So much the better!
human
He has spoken!
gpt
Yes, but not to Juliette.
human
That will come with the champagne, no doubt.
gpt
Bah! what on earth is this?
human
What an extraordinary taste!
gpt
Mon Dieu! how nasty it is!
human
In the first place, it isn't sweetened at all!
gpt
If that was all! But the taste and the smell! I know that taste, but I can't remember what it is.
human
What did you put in your cream, Goth? it has a most peculiar taste.
gpt
I put in what I always do, madame: milk, whites of eggs, a little of vanilla--I didn't have much of that to put in, my word!
human
And sugar?
gpt
Yes, the candied sugar monsieur gave me wrapped up in paper; I put it all in.
human
Ah! I know what it smells of! cried Dodichet;
gpt
What does this mean, Monsieur Mirotaine? said Aldegonde, looking sternly at her husband;
human
If it was, I must have taken the wrong package, said Mirotaine, slightly embarrassed.
gpt
As a matter of fact, I have several packages of camphor in my desk--and I must have mixed them with the sugar.
human
There is no further doubt, monsieur, that it was camphor you gave the servant.
gpt
Luckily, we know that it isn't injurious, said Dodichet.
human
Come on! let's open the champagne; that will help us to forget the camphor.
gpt
Sh!
human
Sapristi! this champagne isn't as good as your claret! The man who sold this to you, Monsieur Mirotaine, sold you too.
gpt
What do you say? Sold me! Why, it's Cliquot, Cliquot _crémant_.
human
That stuff, _crémant!_ as much as I'm a bishop! I'll get you to give me your dealer's address, so that I may avoid him.