human
Ah! my Lord _Met-à-Mort_! You will find yourself ousted at last! My shining jacket will soon snatch from you the _prestige_ acquired by your stupid, brute force. Georgette, astonished, fascinated, dazzled, and delighted, will run towards me, for I shall now be the handsomest boy in the school. _Met-à-Mort_ will weep for chagrin, as I have so often wept for jealousy and mortification.