human
Are you Mr. Beloiseau?
gpt
I am,
human
Mr. Beloiseau, I'm the mother of Geoffry Chester. You know him, I believe?
gpt
Oh, is that possible? He is my esteem' frien', madame. Will you
human
No, thank you; I came to find Geoffry's quarters. I left the hotel with my memorandum, but must have dropped it. I remember only Bienville Street.
gpt
He's not there any mo'. Sinze only two day' he's move'. Mrs. Chezter, if you'll egscuse me till I can change the coat I'll show you those new quarter'. Whiles I'm changing you can look ad that book of pattern', and also--here--there's a pigtorial of New York; that--tha'z of my son and the son of my neighbor up-stair', De l'Isle, ric'iving medal' from Général Joffre----
human
Why, Mr. Beloiseau can it be!
gpt
But you know, Mrs. Chezter, he's not there presently, yo' son. He's gone at St. Martinville, to the court there.
human
Yes, to be back to-morrow or next day. They told me in his office this forenoon. I reached the city only at eleven, train late. He didn't know I was coming. My telegram's on his desk unopened. But having time, I thought I'd see whether he's living comfortably or only fancies he is.
gpt
Madame, when you was noticing yo' telegram on the desk of yo' son you di'n' maybe notiz' a letter from New York? We are prettie anxiouz for that to come to yo' son. I do' know if you know about that or no, but M. De l'Isle and madame, and Castanado and his madame, and Dubroca and his madame, and Mme. Alexandre and me, and three Chapdelaine', we are all prettie anxiouz for that letter.
human
Yes, I know about it, and there is one, from a New York publishing-house, on Geoffry's desk.
gpt
Well, madame, Marais Street, here's the place. Ah! and street-car--or jitney--passing thiz corner will take you ag-ain at yo' hotel.
human
Mme.--oh, Mme. De l'Isle, I'm so please'----
gpt
If Mrs. Chezter was not too fat-igue' by travelling, monsieur and madame would like to call.