escaped his lips, as though he were dreaming that his claim
to the discovery of the comet was being contested or denied;
but although his
attendant was on the alert to gather all he could,
he was able to catch nothing in the incoherent sentences
that served to throw any real light upon the problem that they
were all eager to solve.
When the sun reappeared on the
westernhorizon the professor
was still sound asleep; and Ben Zoof, who was especially
anxious that the
repose which promised to be so beneficial
should not be disturbed, felt
considerableannoyance at hearing
a loud knocking,
evidently of some blunt heavy
instrument against
a door that had been placed at the entrance of the gallery,
more for the purpose of retaining
internalwarmth than for guarding
against
intrusion from without.
"Confound it!" said Ben Zoof. "I must put a stop to this;"
and he made his way towards the door.
"Who's there?" he cried, in no very
amiable tone.
"I." replied the quavering voice.
"Who are you?"
"Isaac Hakkabut. Let me in; do, please, let me in."
"Oh, it is you, old Ashtaroth, is it? What do you want?
Can't you get anybody to buy your stuffs?"
"Nobody will pay me a proper price."
"Well, old Shimei, you won't find a
customer here.
You had better be off."
"No; but do, please--do, please, let me in," supplicated the Jew. "I want
to speak to his Excellency, the
governor."
"The
governor is in bed, and asleep."
"I can wait until he awakes."
"Then wait where you are."
And with this inhospitable rejoinder the
orderly was about to
return to his place at the side of his patient, when Servadac,
who had been roused by the sound of voices, called out,
"What's the matter, Ben Zoof?"
"Oh, nothing, sir; only that hound of a Hakkabut says he wants
to speak to you."
"Let him in, then."
Ben Zoof hesitated.
"Let him in, I say,"
repeated the captain, peremptorily.
However
reluctantly, Ben Zoof obeyed. The door was unfastened,
and Isaac Hakkabut, enveloped in an old
overcoat, shuffled into the gallery.
In a few moments Servadac approached, and the Jew began to overwhelm
him with the most obsequious epithets. Without vouchsafing any reply,
the captain beckoned to the old man to follow him, and leading
the way to the central hall, stopped, and turning so as to look
him
steadily in the face, said, "Now is your opportunity.
Tell me what you want."
"Oh, my lord, my lord," whined Isaac, "you must have some news
to tell me."
"News? What do you mean?"
"From my little tartan yonder, I saw the yawl go out from the rock
here on a journey, and I saw it come back, and it brought a stranger;
and I thought--I thought--I thought--"
"Well, you thought--what did you think?"
"Why, that perhaps the stranger had come from the northern shores
of the Mediterranean, and that I might ask him--"
He paused again, and gave a glance at the captain.
"Ask him what? Speak out, man?"
"Ask him if he brings any
tidings of Europe," Hakkabut blurted
out at last.
Servadac shrugged his shoulders in
contempt and turned away.
Here was a man who had been
resident three months in Gallia,
a living
witness of all the
abnormalphenomena that had occurred,
and yet refusing to believe that his hope of making good bargains with
European traders was at an end. Surely nothing, thought the captain,
will
convince the old
rascal now; and he moved off in disgust.
The
orderly, however, who had listened with much
amusement,