"It may be, Axel, but they won't shake us here. But let us go back to our calculation. Here we are eighty-five leagues south-east of Snæfell, and I reckon that we are at a depth of sixteen leagues."
"Sixteen leagues?" I cried.
"No doubt."
"Why, this is the very limit assigned by science to the thickness of the crust of the earth."
"I don't deny it."
"And here, according to the law of increasing temperature, there ought to be a heat of 2,732° Fahr.!"
"So there should, my lad."
"And all this solid granite ought to be running in fusion."
"You see that it is not so, and that, as so often happens, facts come to overthrow theories."
"I am obliged to agree; but, after all, it is surprising."