Путешествие на Луну

How a Frenchman Manages an Affair

           Ardanwentforwardcrying:

           "Barbicane!Barbicane!"

           Noanswer!Ardanrushedtowardhisfriend;butintheactofseizinghisarms,hestoppedshortandutteredacryofsurprise.

           Barbicane,pencilinhand,wastracinggeometricalfiguresinamemorandumbook,whilehisunloadedriflelaybesidehimontheground.

           Absorbedinhisstudies,Barbicane,inhisturnforgetfuloftheduel,hadseenandheardnothing.

           WhenArdantookhishand,helookedupandstaredathisvisitorinastonishment.

           "Ah,itisyou!"hecriedatlast."Ihavefoundit,myfriend,Ihavefoundit!"

           "What?"

           "Myplan!"

           "Whatplan?"

           "Theplanforcounteringtheeffectoftheshockatthedepartureoftheprojectile!"

           "Indeed?"saidMichelArdan,lookingatthecaptainoutofthecornerofhiseye.

           "Yes!water!simplywater,whichwillactasaspringah!Maston,"criedBarbicane,"youherealso?"

           "Himself,"repliedArdan;"andpermitmetointroducetoyouatthesametimetheworthyCaptainNicholl!"

           "Nicholl!"criedBarbicane,whojumpedupatonce."Pardonme,captain,IhadquiteforgottenIamready!"

           MichelArdaninterfered,withoutgivingthetwoenemiestimetosayanythingmore.

           "Thankheaven!"saidhe."Itisahappythingthatbravemenlikeyoutwodidnotmeetsooner!weshouldnowhavebeenmourningforoneorotherofyou.But,thankstoProvidence,whichhasinterfered,thereisnownofurthercauseforalarm.Whenoneforgetsone’sangerinmechanicsorincobwebs,itisasignthattheangerisnotdangerous."

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