human
Starry hand,
gpt
Where do you come from?
human
From the opera,
gpt
What were they giving?
human
It is always beautiful.
gpt
Do you remember? he asked with a tender, caressing voice.
human
They were singing 'The Huguenots' on the evening when I was introduced to you.
gpt
Yes, yes; I remember that evening,
human
How horribly I displeased you that night, didn't I? The only thing to approach it was the tremendously delightful impression you made on me.
gpt
What nonsense!
human
And your first impression of me has never changed--confess it,
gpt
Even if that were true, it wouldn't make you very unhappy.
human
What can you know about that? You beautiful women, admired and loved--what do you know?
gpt
You're right. Indeed, we know nothing.
human
When you come back from your travels let me know, that I may welcome you,
gpt
What travels?
human
Ah! If I knew! If I knew where your thoughts are wandering while I talk to you, I could go with you, I could follow you in your fantasies. Instead, I speak, and you don't listen to me. I say serious things to you in a jesting tone, and you understand neither the seriousness nor the joke. You leave me here alone, whilst you roam--who knows where? And I, a humble mortal, without visions, without imagination, I can only wait for your return, my dear lady.