human
Friends, we must change the diversion, Grancey said sympathetically.
gpt
Perhaps our comrade might feel better over a hand at picquet.
human
Ten straws a point! exclaimed Bellecour.
gpt
Dame, it seems to me I know his face. Where have I met you, sir?
human
De Lincy, _pardieu_! Grancey echoed, scrutinising the new-comer's features.
gpt
Friend Germain, this is a sorry place to welcome you, but you will find it brighter than you think; there are wit, forgetfulness, society, and some happiness, even in the Conciergerie. Wait until you get up to the corridor to-morrow; you will meet enough of your friends to hold a respectable reception.