"Face, indeed!" said Michel Ardan; "but I am sorry for the amiable sister of Apollo. A very pitted face!"
But the travelers, now so near the end, were incessantly observing this new world. They imagined themselves walking through its unknown countries,climbing its highest peaks, descending into its lowest depths. Here and there they fancied they saw vast seas,scarcely kept together under so rarefied an atmosphere,and water-courses emptying the mountain tributaries.Leaning over the abyss, they hoped to catch some sounds from that orb forever mute in the solitude of space. That last day left them.