human
In love--good heavens, no.
gpt
So much the better, nodded Jean,
human
If you really are not in love and you sit on the Lovers' Chair, the name of your future husband will come to you. If you're in love, of course, that complicates matters a little.
gpt
But suppose I don't want to know the name of my future husband?
human
Then you're inhuman,
gpt
Where is this magical chair?
human
It is on the San Remo road beyond the frontier station. You've been there, haven't you, Margaret?
gpt
Once,
human
In a wild, eerie spot, Jean went on,
gpt
Are you going to take me?
human
That would ruin the spell, she said solemnly.
gpt
No, my dear, if you want that thrill, and, seriously, it is worth while, because the scenery is the most beautiful of any along the coast, you must go alone.
human
I'll try it. Is it too far to walk?
gpt
Much too far, said Jean.
human
Mordon will drive you out. He knows the road very well and you ought not to take anybody but an experienced driver. I have a _permis_ for the car to pass the frontier; you will probably meet father in San Remo--he is taking a motor-cycle trip, aren't you, daddy?