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Procope, the physician, a little Esop, a favorite with the ladies; Boulanger, the celebrated posthumous author of 'Despotisme Oriental', and who, I am of opinion extended the systems of Mussard on the duration of the world.
It is so important, you know, so all important; the difference of one half minute, you know, would so certainly mar the expectation of reunion with the earth " And seeing a cloud gathering on Rosette's face, he added: "I am sure Lieutenant Procope would be only too happy to render you any assistance in the revision."
The professor scowled at him, and was manifestly annoyed at having the insignificant dimensions of his comet pointed out in so disparaging a manner. Lieutenant Procope further remarked that from the earth he supposed it to be about as conspicuous as a star of the seventh magnitude, and would require a good telescope to see it.
Lieutenant Procope, following the example of many Arctic explorers, had the precaution to have the ice beveled away from the keels, so that there should be no risk of the ships' sides being crushed by the increasing pressure; he hoped that they would follow any rise in the level of the ice-field, and when the thaw should come, that they would easily regain their proper water-line.
"Strange, indeed," replied Lieutenant Procope; "and what appears to me almost as remarkable is that we have never once caught sight either of one of the Maltese tartans or one of the Levantine xebecs that traffic so regularly on the Mediterranean." "Eastwards or westwards," asked the count "which shall be our course? All farther progress to the south is checked."
"Is it land, do you suppose?" inquired Servadac, eagerly. "I should be more inclined to think it is a light on board some ship," replied the count. "Whatever it is, in another hour we shall know all about it," said Servadac. "No, captain," interposed Lieutenant Procope; "we shall know nothing until to-morrow." "What! not bear down upon it at once?" asked the count in surprise.
Müller laughed and looked. "Tiens! Guichet," said he, "is that meant for a compliment?" "Where did you see him?" asked the model, pointing down at the sketch. "Why? Do you know him?" "Where did you see him, I say?" repeated Guichet, impatiently. He was a rough fellow, and garnished every other sentence with an oath; but he did not mean to be uncivil. "At the Café Procope." "When?"
The day following Servadac's return, he and the count and Lieutenant Procope met by agreement in the cave, formally to discuss what would be the most advisable method of proceeding under their present prospects. Ben Zoof was, as a matter of course, allowed to be present, and Professor Rosette had been asked to attend; but he declined on the plea of taking no interest in the matter.
Count Timascheff was himself no sailor, but had the greatest confidence in leaving the command of his yacht in the hands of Lieutenant Procope, a man of about thirty years of age, and an excellent seaman.
"Impossible!" said Lieutenant Procope; "the earth is millions and millions of leagues away, and it is not probable that the moon has ceased to revolve about her." "Why not?" remonstrated Servadac. "It would not be more strange than the other phenomena which we have lately witnessed. Why should not the moon have fallen within the limits of Gallia's attraction, and become her satellite?"
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