The Canadian left without giving me time to answer him.
然后，加拿大人不等我说话就出去了。
I wanted to verify the Nautilus's heading. I made my way to the lounge. We were racing north-northeast with frightful speed, fifty meters down.
于是我回到客厅里，确定一下“鹦鹉螺号”船只的方向。我发现船只正以惊人的速度，在水下50米深处，向东北偏北方向行驶。
I took one last look at the natural wonders and artistic treasures amassed in the museum, this unrivaled collection doomed to perish someday in the depths of the seas, together with its curator. I wanted to establish one supreme impression in my mind. I stayed there an hour, basking in the aura of the ceiling lights, passing in review the treasures shining in their glass cases. Then I returned to my stateroom.
然后，我向那些自然的珍宝，那些堆积在陈列室里的艺术珍品，那些注定总有一天将随着收集它们的人一起埋入大海的举世无双的收藏品，投去最后一瞥。我想把它们深深烙进我的脑海里。我就这样呆了一个小时，沐浴在灯火通亮的天花板发出的光线里，把这些收藏在玻璃柜里的璀灿的财宝浏览了一遍，然后才回到房间里。
There I dressed in sturdy seafaring clothes. I gathered my notes and packed them tenderly about my person. My heart was pounding mightily. I couldn't curb its pulsations. My anxiety and agitation would certainly ha一ve given me away if Captain Nemo had seen me.
在房间里，我穿上了结实的航海服，收拾了我的笔记，把它们小心翼翼地绑在身上。此时，我无法控制自己的脉博跳动，我的心剧烈地跳着。如果这时碰到尼摩船长，我的慌乱和激动情绪当然是逃不出他的眼睛的。
What was he doing just then? I listened at the door to his stateroom. I heard the sound of footsteps. Captain Nemo was inside. He hadn't gone to bed. With his every movement I imagined he would appear and ask me why I wanted to escape! I felt in a perpetual state of alarm. My imagination magnified this sensation. The feeling became so acute, I wondered whether it wouldn't be better to enter the captain's stateroom, dare him face to face, bra一ve it out with word and deed!
可他现在在干什么呢？我一靠在他房间的门上聆听。我听到了一阵脚步声：尼摩船长在里面，他还没上一床。我倾听着他的每一个举动，觉得他仿佛会随时出现在我面前，盘问我为什么想逃跑！我老是觉得听到不断的一警一报声，而且我的想象力把这个声音夸大了。这种感觉使我头胀欲裂，以致我思忖着，我还是最好走进船长的房间，面对面地看着他，用手势和眼光与他对恃算了！
