human
Sh-sh! . . . quietly! said Obtyosov when, after uncorking the bottles, she dropped the corkscrew.
gpt
Don't make such a noise; you'll wake your husband.
human
Well, what if I do wake him?
gpt
He is sleeping so sweetly . . . he must be dreaming of you. . . . To your health!
human
Besides, boomed the doctor, hiccupping after the seltzer-water,
gpt
What an idea!
human
That would be splendid. What a pity they don't sell spirits in chemist's shops! Though you ought to sell wine as a medicine. Have you any _vinum gallicum rubrum_?
gpt
Yes.
human
Well, then, give us some! Bring it here, damn it!
gpt
How much do you want?
human
The wine, one must admit, is wretched stuff! _Vinum nastissimum!_ Though in the presence of . . . er . . . it tastes like nectar. You are enchanting, madam! In imagination I kiss your hand.
gpt
I would give a great deal to do so not in imagination, said Obtyosov.
human
On my honour, I'd give my life.
gpt
That's enough,
human
What a flirt you are, though! the doctor laughed softly, looking slyly at her from under his brows.
gpt
Your eyes seem to be firing shot: piff-paff! I congratulate you: you've conquered! We are vanquished!