“Stop, stop!” interposed Servadac; “let us hear. Tell me, Hakkabut—”
“The steelyard lies! It cheats! it lies!” roared the irrepressible Rosette.
“Tell me, Hakkabut, I say,” repeated Servadac.
The Jew only kept on stammering, “Yes—no—I don’t know.”
But heedless of any interruption, the professor continued, “False weights! That confounded steelyard! It gave a false result! The mass was wrong! The observations contradicted the calculations; they were wrong! She was out of place! Yes, out of place entirely.”
“What!” cried Servadac and Procope in a breath, “out of place?”
“Yes, completely,” said the professor.
“Gallia out of place?” repeated Servadac, agitated with alarm.
“I did not say Gallia,” replied Rosette, stamping his foot impetuously; “I said Nerina.”
“Oh, Nerina,” answered Servadac. “But what of Gallia?” he inquired, still nervously.