The Astrolabe and the Zelee, incessantly tossed about by the hurricane, could not be worth the Nautilus, quiet repository of labour that she is, truly motionless in the midst of the waters.
"To-morrow," added the Captain, rising, "to-morrow, at twenty minutes to three p.m., the Nautilus shall float, and leave the Strait of Torres uninjured." Having curtly pronounced these words, Captain Nemo bowed slightly.
This was to dismiss me, and I went back to my room.
There I found Conseil, who wished to know the result of my interview with the Captain.
"My boy," said I, "when I feigned to believe that his Nautilus was threatened by the natives of Papua, the Captain answered me very sarcastically.

I have but one thing to say to you: Have confidence in him, and go to sleep in peace." "Have you no need of my services, sir ?" "No, my friend.

What is Ned Land doing ?" "If you will excuse me, sir," answered Conseil, "friend Ned is busy making a kangaroo-pie which will be a marvel." I remained alone and went to bed, but slept indifferently.

I heard the noise of the savages, who stamped on the platform, uttering deafening cries.

The night passed thus, without disturbing the ordinary repose of the crew.