human
I have not made up my mind,
gpt
She is pretty, there's no denying it, Seraphine confessed.
human
I am really sorry to have interfered with your amusement, but nothing could have come of it. If I am not mistaken, you had gone as far as was possible. She is one of those who give nothing for nothing, and who never invest their capital except in good securities. I am sorry I cannot resign these securities to her; _je suis bon garçon, moi_, but, _mon Dieu, lorsqu'il y a un homme dans la question--sapristi, chaque femme pour elle!_
gpt
It would be well if you could give them something to talk of again in Paris. When did you leave in the autumn? In October? You have no idea what a relief your departure was to the artists there. You ought to see the crazy carnival of colour held in this year's Salon! Bouchard exhibited a nymph with a faun, quite in your style, only yours is flesh and his is putty,--a poor thing; but the critics exalted it, and gave it a _médaille d'honneur_. You had begun to make the artists very uncomfortable: they are praising up mere daubers, to belittle you, doing what they can to knock away the floor from under you. But you need only show yourself to recover your ground. Becard told me lately that he had got hold of quite a new way of looking at things: his picture in the Salon----
human
What has Becard in the Salon?
gpt
A woman on a balcony, after dinner, between two different lights,--on one side candle-light, and on the other moonlight; half of her is sulphur-yellow, the other half sea-green; _c'est d'un dróle!_
human
I saw the sketch for that monstrosity in his atelier, cried Lozoncyi, excited.
gpt
Did they accept it?
human
Did they accept it?
gpt
Accept it----! Why, my dear, they laud him to the skies: they hail him as _le Messie_!
human
Confound it!
gpt
You are wrong to be vexed, she said: