human
The deuce! he muttered,
gpt
You think that I'm too hungry. What would you? It's the hour we spent at that idiotic ball which emptied me. Ah! my poor fellow, I pity you for living in such society as that!
human
But you know very well, said he,
gpt
Of course! I quite believe it. We are a good deal more amusing than those women, confess it now--if one of us bored her lover like your Sylvia and your Laure d'Aurigny must bore you, why the poor little woman would not keep her lover a week! You will never listen to me, but try it one of these days.