human
The worst thing is that Madeleine will be holding her nose in the air every time she meets me for a month,
gpt
I'll tell her too how the accident happened. You'll be joking about it yourself tomorrow, old fellow.
human
and Peridot stood stock still in an attitude of oracular gravity.
gpt
Monsieur Ingersoll was angry, not because I was a trifle elevated, but on account of what I said about Ma'mselle Yvonne. Queer thing if that lady should really be her mother!
human
Now I know for certain that you're drunk as an owl.
gpt
Not me! _Gars!_ Funny things occur. I could say lots if I chose. Why does Monsieur Ingersoll encourage Ma'mselle to dress _en Bretonne_? Why won't he allow her to be photographed? Who has ever heard what became of Madame Ingersoll? And aren't those two the image of each other?
human
Peridot, said Tollemache,
gpt
It would, Monsieur.
human
But that is just what I'll do, as sure as Fate, if you utter another word concerning Mademoiselle Yvonne or her father.
gpt
Mad! declared the other.
human
All you Americans are mad! A man never knows how to take you.
gpt
Would you stand by and hear anyone running down Madeleine Demoret or her people?
human
Monsieur, I'd chew his ear!
gpt
Exactly. I'll spread your nose flat if you utter any more stupidities with regard to Mademoiselle Yvonne.