human
You _are_ getting rather white about the gills, I said to him when the driving party had once more left us behind.
gpt
Why didn't you take up your flirtation where you left it off, like a serial story to be 'continued in your next'? Your weight is nothing.
human
It wasn't that, really,
gpt
What, then?
human
Do you remember why I wanted to come over the Tête Noire?
gpt
To have the sensation of Mont Blanc suddenly bursting upon you.
human
Well, I--to tell the truth, I had a whim--just a whim, and nothing more--to be with you and not with the Contessa when the time for that sensation should come.
gpt
You were afraid that her fascinations might overpower those of Mont Blanc, I suppose, whereas I am a mere stock or stone?
human
That's one way of putting it,