human
Mon ami! exclaimed one of the high-born dames, who kept to the right side of the alley, to an aristocrat who sat on a bench beneath a tree close by where one of the fountains of Eaux St. Fer bubbled forth its waters,
gpt
Mon ami, you do not look well this morning. Yet see how the sun shines around; observe how it shows the wrinkles beneath the eyes of Mademoiselle de Ste. Ange over there, and also the paint on the face of the old Marquis de Pontvert. You should be gay, mon ami, this morning.
human
I am not well, replied the personage whom she addressed.
gpt
Neither in health nor mind. Sometimes I wish I were a soldier again, living a life of----
human
Neither in health nor mind! the lady who had accosted him repeated.
gpt
Come, now. That is not as it should be. Let us see. Tell me your symptoms. First, for the health. What ails that? and, as she asked the question, she peered into the man's dull eyes with her own large clear ones. Then she continued,
human
Remember, Monsieur le Duc, that, although an arrangement once subsisting between us will never come to a settlement now, we are still to be very good--friends. Is it not so? Yet, even as she asked the question, especially as she mentioned the word