human
Oho! so you came to see my cashmere! Well! I won't show it to you; if I did, I should have to admit you to my boudoir, and I have sworn that you shall never put your foot there again.
gpt
But we swear so many things! A pretty woman's oaths are written on sand, and the slightest breath effaces them.
human
And what are men's oaths written on?
gpt
On brass.--Isn't it true, Monsieur Plays, that we men keep to our oaths?
human
Why, yes; such things have been known. I myself, for instance, swore that I would stop taking snuff when I married Madame Plays, because she doesn't like to hear people sneeze: well, I have kept my oath; to be sure, I still sneeze, but not so often.