human
My friends, said he,
gpt
Twenty-six minutes thirteen seconds,
human
Well! exclaimed Michel Ardan, in a good-humoured tone,
gpt
And you conclude, then, you everlasting talker?
human
I conclude that we have twenty-six minutes left,
gpt
Twenty-four only,
human
Well, twenty-four, if you like, my noble captain, said Ardan;
gpt
Michel, said Barbicane,
human
Are we not ready?
gpt
Doubtless; but there are still some precautions to be taken, to deaden as much as possible the first shock.
human
Have we not the water-cushions placed between the partition-breaks, whose elasticity will sufficiently protect us?
gpt
I hope so, Michel, replied Barbicane gently,
human
Ah, the joker! exclaimed Michel Ardan.
gpt
He hopes!—He is not sure!—and he waits for the moment when we are encased to make this deplorable admission! I beg to be allowed to get out!
human
And how?
gpt
Humph! said Michel Ardan,
human
Everything is in its place, said Barbicane.
gpt
We have now to decide how we can best place ourselves to resist the shock. Position cannot be an indifferent matter; and we must, as much as possible, prevent the rush of blood to the head.
human
Just so,
gpt
Then, replied Michel Ardan, ready to suit the action to the word,
human
No, said Barbicane,
gpt
If it is only 'much the same thing,' I may cheer up,
human
Do you approve of my idea, Nicholl?
gpt
Entirely, replied the captain.
human
We've still thirteen minutes and a half.
gpt
That Nicholl is not a man, exclaimed Michel;