human
Ha, my Madeleine, this is the second stage of the game. The hand was paradise on earth; the lips are the seventh heaven itself.
gpt
Release me, you Scottish clown! cried Madeleine, her black eyes snapping fire.
human
I will have you whipped from the court for your insolence.
gpt
My dear, you could not be so cruel. Remember that poor Cupid's back is naked, and he would quiver under every stroke.
human
I'd never have condescended to meet you, did I dream of your acting so. 'Tis intolerable, the forwardness of you beggarly Scots!
gpt
Nay, never beggarly, my dear, except where a woman is concerned, and then we beg for favours.
human
You little suspect who I am or you would not venture to misuse me thus, and be so free with your 'my dears.'
gpt
Indeed, lass, in that you are mistaken. I not only found you in the garden, but I found your name as well. You are Madeleine de Montmorency.
human
How clever you are to have discovered so much in such a short time. Now let me go, and I will thank you; nay more, I promise that if you ask the Duke of Montmorency for his permission, and he grants it, I will see you as often as you please.
gpt
Now Madeleine, I hold you to that, and I will seek an introduction to the duke at once.
human
Oh, thank you, sir, she said.
gpt
I should dearly love to be an eavesdropper at your conference.
human
In the fiend's name, the king!