Chapter

 1 VI   |       round herself. To such they answered, “Go into your dining-room,
 2 VII  |         will do.”~“I give it up,” answered the major. “You have such
 3 XIII |       nevertheless.”~“Gentlemen,” answered Barbicane, “I thank you
 4 XXI  |         neither of whom, however, answered their cries. Only the birds,
 5 XXI  |         He is turning toward us,” answered Maston.~“And it is?”~“Captain
 6 I    |          Only five minutes more!” answered Barbicane.~“Yes, five little
 7 II   |        sum.~“If you do not mind,” answered Nicholl; “it is more business-like.”~
 8 IV   |           no, my friends,” Michel answered quickly; “it was I who wished
 9 IV   |     thinking of all night?”~“No,” answered the president.~“Of our Cambridge
10 IV   |         you do not know algebra,” answered Barbicane quietly.~“Ah,
11 IV   |         the air.”~“That I admit,” answered Michel; “and I understand
12 V    |          Ah!” said Nicholl.~“No,” answered Michel, “he is dead! There,”
13 V    |       which you will understand,” answered Barbicane. “The first relates
14 VI   |          not spring from Michel,” answered Nicholl.~“Well, then, I
15 VI   |       Barbicane.~“Three o’clock,” answered Nicholl.~“How time goes,”
16 VII  |           know nothing about it,” answered Barbicane.~“And I,” said
17 VII  |          the earth?”~“The deuce!” answered Nicholl. “Do you consider
18 VIII |              One moment, Michel,” answered Barbicane; “if you wish
19 IX   |         why?”~“I very much fear,” answered Nicholl, “that, in spite
20 IX   |           be an excess of speed?” answered Nicholl; “for we know now
21 IX   |          upon his mind, Barbicane answered, “Then cursed be the meteor
22 X    |        was a better judge, always answered him with merciless logic.~“
23 XII  |          of the ‘Sea of Clouds,’” answered Barbicane. “We are too far
24 XII  |         are difficult to please,” answered Michel.~“My worthy friend,”
25 XII  |           know what it is.”~“Well answered,” exclaimed Michel. “That
26 XIII |       then you see no one?”~“No,” answered Nicholl; “up to this time,
27 XIV  |           Unless, by any chance,” answered Nicholl, “the atmosphere
28 XIV  |          do not expose yourself,” answered Barbicane, “for the hand
29 XV   |         First of all, my friend,” answered Barbicane, “every aerolite
30 XV   |         you please?”~“My friend,” answered the captain, “the parabola
31 XV   |       Barbicane?”~“I think this,” answered the grave president: “If
32 XV   |          nothing to say to that,” answered Michel Ardan. “Here is,
33 XVI  |       exclaimed.~“What! the sun?” answered Nicholl and Michel Ardan.~“
34 XVI  |        and much more pleasantly,” answered the careless Frenchman with
35 XVIII|           hand is not necessary,” answered Nicholl, not at all confounded; “
36 XVIII|           know nothing about it,” answered Michel.~“And I answer in
37 XVIII| organization?”~“Without a doubt!” answered Nicholl.~“Then, my worthy
38 XIX  |    hypotheses, I suppose?”~“Two,” answered Barbicane; “either the projectile’
39 XIX  |     Neither Barbicane nor Nicholl answered.~“You do not answer,” continued
40 XIX  |      there nothing to try?”~“No,” answered Barbicane. “Do you pretend
41 XIX  |       asked Nicholl.~“Breakfast,” answered the cool, audacious Frenchman,
42 XIX  |            Very well! if we die,” answered Barbicane, with a sort of
43 XX   |  volunteers will not be wanting,” answered Bronsfield; “and if it were
44 XXI  |      repeated J. T. Maston.~“No,” answered Belfast; “it is an avalanche
45 XXI  |         this time a perfect howl, answered him. He turned toward J.
46 XXII |           of the corvette.~“Yes,” answered Captain Blomsberry.~“And
47 XXII |      morale.~“The air, possibly,” answered J. T. Maston resolutely, “