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.
En cuanto a Nab, concluyó pensando que todo aquello no era de su incumbencia, sino de la de su amo; y si no hubiera temido ofender a sus compañeros, habría dormido aquella noche tan bien como si hubiese reposado sobre la cama del Palacio de granito.