I tried to learn the secret of his life from the last words that escaped his lips.
"You can go now, M.Aronnax," said the Captain.
I left him in the dying man's cabin, and returned to my room much affected by this scene.

During the whole day, I was haunted by uncomfortable suspicions, and at night I slept badly, and between my broken dreams I fancied I heard distant sighs like the notes of a funeral psalm.

Were they the prayers of the dead, murmured in that language that I could not understand?
The next morning I went on to the bridge.

Captain Nemo was there before me.

As soon as he perceived me he came to me.
"Professor, will it be convenient to you to make a submarine excursion to-day ?" "With my companions ?" I asked.
"If they like." "We obey your orders, Captain." "Will you be so good then as to put on your cork jackets ?" It was not a question of dead or dying.