human
Money, my friend, observed the Poet tranquilly,
gpt
Well, what of Norman?
human
He has become King of that country and wedded to its Queen,
gpt
I always said he was a sound practical fellow without an idea in his head,
human
Like most of the Half-Race,
gpt
But we filled his bottle with luck,
human
And his countenance with beauty, replied the Poet.
gpt
Well, we really must be off now. Good-bye to you all, and a pleasant evening!
human
Let us walk down to the sea, said the Poet, turning to go.
gpt
How far is it to the sea, John?
human
Ten miles.
gpt
And by which road?
human
Straight on.
gpt
Ah, yes, said the Poet, setting off at a swinging pace,