Cyrus Harding alone waited with his habitual patience, although his strong mind was exasperated at being confronted with such an inexplicable fact, and he was provoked at himself for allowing a feeling to which he could not give a name, to gain an influence over him.
Quant à Nab, il avait fini par se dire que tout cela ne le regardait pas, que cela regardait son maître, et, s'il n'eût pas craint de désobliger ses compagnons, le brave nègre aurait dormi cette nuit-là tout aussi consciencieusement que s'il eût reposé sur sa couchette de Granite-House!