"A shock has broken one of the levers of the engine, which struck myself.

But your opinion as to his state ?" I hesitated before giving it.
"You may speak," said the Captain.

"This man does not understand French." I gave a last look at the wounded man.
"He will be dead in two hours." "Can nothing save him ?" "Nothing." Captain Nemo's hand contracted, and some tears glistened in his eyes, which I thought incapable of shedding any.
For some moments I still watched the dying man, whose life ebbed slowly.

His pallor increased under the electric light that was shed over his death-bed.

I looked at his intelligent forehead, furrowed with premature wrinkles, produced probably by misfortune and sorrow.