At last the poor fellow shrugged his shoulders, pushed down his spectacles
over his nose and said:

"You are joking."

But just at that very moment his eye fell on the wheel of the ship,
and he saw the two words on it:
Duncan.
Glasgow.

"The DUNCAN! the DUNCAN!" he exclaimed, with a cry of despair,
and forthwith rushed down the stairs, and away to his cabin.

As soon as the unfortunate SAVANT had disappeared, every one,
except the Major, broke out into such peals of laughter that
the sound reached the ears of the sailors in the forecastle.
To mistake a railway or to take the train to Edinburgh when you
want to go to Dumbarton might happen; but to mistake a ship
and be sailing for Chili when you meant to go to India--
that is a blunder indeed!

"However," said Lord Glenarvan, "I am not much astonished
at it in Paganel. He is quite famous for such misadventures.
One day he published a celebrated map of America, and put Japan in it!
But for all that, he is distinguished for his learning,
and he is one of the best geographers in France."

"But what shall we do with the poor gentleman?" said Lady Helena;
"we can't take him with us to Patagonia."