Then the funeral procession returned to the Nautilus, passing under the arches of the forest, in the midst of thickets, along the coral bushes, and still on the ascent.

At last the light of the ship appeared, and its luminous track guided us to the Nautilus.

At one o'clock we had returned.
As soon as I had changed my clothes I went up on to the platform, and, a prey to conflicting emotions, I sat down near the binnacle.

Captain Nemo joined me.

I rose and said to him: "So, as I said he would, this man died in the night ?" "Yes, M.Aronnax." "And he rests now, near his companions, in the coral cemetery ?" "Yes, forgotten by all else, but not by us.