Around the World in Eighty Days, Part 1: The Wager

0:40 Chapter I: In which Phileas Fogg and Passepartout accept each other, the one as master, the other as man

0:40 Chapter One. In which Phileas Fogg and Passepartout accept each other, the one as master, the other as man.

0:49 In the year eighteen seventy-two, the house numbered seven in Saville Row, Burlington Gardens—the house where Sheridan died in eighteen fourteen—was occupied by Phileas Fogg, Esquire, one of the most singular and most noticed members of the Reform Club of London, although he seemed to make it his business to do nothing that might attract attention.

1:11 One of the greatest orators who do honour to England had thus been succeeded by this Phileas Fogg, an enigmatic personage of whom nothing was known, except that he was a perfect gentleman and one of the handsomest men in English high society.

1:28 He was said to resemble Byron—about the head, that is, for as to the feet he was beyond reproach—but a Byron with moustache and whiskers, an impassive Byron, who might have lived a thousand years without growing old.

1:44 An Englishman beyond a doubt, Phileas Fogg was perhaps not a Londoner.

1:49 He had never been seen on the Exchange, nor at the Bank, nor in any of the counting-houses of the City. Neither the basins nor the docks of London had ever received a ship whose owner was Phileas Fogg.

2:03 This gentleman sat on no board of directors. His name had never echoed through any college of barristers, neither at the Temple, nor at Lincoln's Inn, nor at Gray's Inn.

2:15 He had never pleaded in the Court of Chancery, nor in the Queen's Bench, nor in the Exchequer, nor in the Ecclesiastical Courts. He was neither a manufacturer, nor a merchant, nor a tradesman, nor a farmer.

2:29 He belonged neither to the Royal Institution of Great Britain, nor to the London Institution, nor to the Artisans' Institution.

2:37 Nor to the Russell Institution, nor to the Western Literary Institution, nor to the Law Institution, nor to that Institution of the Arts and Sciences United which is placed under the direct patronage of Her Gracious Majesty.

2:53 Lastly, he belonged to none of the numerous societies that swarm in the capital of England, from the Armonica Society to the Entomological Society, founded chiefly for the purpose of destroying noxious insects.

3:08 Phileas Fogg was a member of the Reform Club, and that was all.

3:13 To anyone surprised that so mysterious a gentleman should be numbered among the members of this honourable association, the reply is that he was admitted on the recommendation of Messrs. Baring Brothers, with whom he had an open credit.

3:28 Hence a certain 'standing', owing to the fact that his cheques were regularly paid at sight out of his current account, which was invariably in credit.

3:38 Was this Phileas Fogg rich? Unquestionably.

3:43 But how he had made his fortune was more than the best-informed could say, and Mr. Fogg was the very last person whom it would have been fitting to ask.

3:52 At all events, he was prodigal of nothing, yet no miser; for wherever a sum was wanting for some noble, useful or generous cause, he supplied it silently, and even anonymously.

4:07 In short, nothing could be less communicative than this gentleman.

4:12 He talked as little as possible, and seemed all the more mysterious for being so silent. Yet his life lay open to view; but what he did was always so mathematically the same that the imagination, dissatisfied, went looking beyond it.

4:29 Had he travelled? It was probable, for no one had a better command of the map of the world. There was no spot so remote that he did not seem to have some special knowledge of it.

4:41 Sometimes, but in a few words, brief and clear, he would set right the thousand stories that went round the club about lost or strayed travellers; he would point out the true probabilities, and his words had often turned out to be as though inspired by second sight, so unfailingly did events bear them out in the end.

5:02 He was a man who must have travelled everywhere—in spirit, at the very least.

5:08 What was certain, however, was that for many years Phileas Fogg had not left London.

5:14 Those who had the honour of knowing him a little better than the rest declared that—except on the direct road he travelled every day from his house to the club—no one could claim ever to have seen him anywhere else.

5:27 His one pastime was reading the newspapers and playing whist. At this game of silence, so well suited to his nature, he often won; but his winnings never found their way into his purse, and figured as a considerable sum in his budget for charity.

5:44 Besides, it should be remarked, Mr. Fogg evidently played for the sake of playing, not of winning. For him the game was a combat, a struggle against a difficulty, but a struggle without movement, without change of place, without fatigue, and that suited his character.

6:04 Phileas Fogg had, so far as anyone knew, neither wife nor children—which may happen to the most respectable people—nor relations nor friends—which, in truth, is rarer.

6:17 Phileas Fogg lived by himself in his Saville Row house, where no one ever set foot. Of his household there was never any talk. A single servant sufficed to wait on him.

6:30 Lunching and dining at the club at hours fixed with chronometric precision, in the same room, at the same table, never entertaining his fellow members, never inviting a stranger, he went home only to go to bed, at midnight precisely, without ever making use of those comfortable bedrooms which the Reform Club keeps at the disposal of its members.

6:54 Of the twenty-four hours he spent ten at home, either sleeping or attending to his toilet.

7:00 When he walked, it was invariably at an even pace, in the entrance hall with its inlaid floor, or in the circular gallery, above which rises a dome of blue stained glass supported by twenty Ionic columns of red porphyry.

7:16 When he dined or lunched, it was the kitchens, the larder, the pantry, the fish-room and the dairy of the club that furnished his table with their succulent stores.

7:27 It was the club's servants, grave personages in black coats and flannel-soled shoes, who served him on special china and on admirable Saxony linen.

7:38 It was the club's crystal, cast in moulds used only once, that held his sherry, his port or his claret flavoured with cinnamon, capillaire and cinnamomum.

7:50 It was, lastly, the club's ice—ice brought at great expense from the lakes of America—that kept his drinks in a satisfactory state of coolness.

8:01 If to live on such terms is to be an eccentric, it must be granted that eccentricity has its good points!

8:09 The house in Saville Row, without being sumptuous, commended itself by its extreme comfort. Besides, with the tenant's unvarying habits, the service it required was slight.

8:22 Phileas Fogg, however, demanded of his one servant an extraordinary punctuality and regularity.

8:29 On that very day, the second of October, Phileas Fogg had given James Forster notice—the fellow having been guilty of bringing him water for his shave at eighty-four degrees Fahrenheit instead of eighty-six—and he was expecting his successor, who was to present himself between eleven o'clock and half past eleven.

8:50 Phileas Fogg, seated squarely in his armchair, his two feet together like a soldier's on parade, his hands planted on his knees, his body erect, his head high, was watching the hand of the clock go round.

9:05 A complicated apparatus which showed the hours, the minutes, the seconds, the days, the dates of the month and the year.

9:15 On the stroke of half past eleven, Mr. Fogg was, by his daily habit, to leave the house and make his way to the Reform Club.

9:24 At that moment there came a knock at the door of the small drawing-room in which Phileas Fogg sat.

9:30 James Forster, the dismissed servant, appeared.

9:34 James Forster: The new servant.

9:35 A young man of about thirty came forward and bowed.

9:39 Phileas Fogg: You are a Frenchman, and your name is John?

9:42 Jean Passepartout: Jean, begging monsieur's pardon. Jean Passepartout, a nickname which has stuck to me, justified by my natural knack for getting myself out of scrapes. I believe I am an honest fellow, monsieur, but, to be frank, I have followed several trades.

9:58 Jean Passepartout: I have been a strolling singer, a rider in a circus, flying on the trapeze like Léotard and dancing on the tightrope like Blondin; then I became a professor of gymnastics, so as to put my talents to better use; and last of all I was a sergeant of firemen, in Paris.

10:13 Jean Passepartout: I even have some remarkable fires on my record. But it is five years now since I left France and, wanting a taste of family life, became a valet in England.

10:24 Jean Passepartout: Now, finding myself out of a place, and having heard that Monsieur Phileas Fogg was the most exact and the most sedentary man in the United Kingdom, I have presented myself to monsieur, hoping to live quietly here and to forget the very name of Passepartout…

10:39 Phileas Fogg: Passepartout suits me. You have been recommended to me. I have good reports of you. You know my conditions?

10:46 Jean Passepartout: Yes, monsieur.

10:47 Phileas Fogg: Good. What time do you make it?

10:49 Passepartout pulled an enormous silver watch out of the depths of his fob.

10:54 Jean Passepartout: Twenty-two minutes past eleven.

10:57 Phileas Fogg: You are slow.

10:59 Jean Passepartout: Monsieur will forgive me, but that is impossible.

11:03 Phileas Fogg: You are four minutes slow. No matter. It is enough to note the difference. So, from this moment, twenty-nine minutes past eleven in the morning, this Wednesday, the second of October, eighteen seventy-two, you are in my service.

11:18 That said, Phileas Fogg rose, took up his hat in his left hand, placed it on his head with the movement of an automaton, and disappeared without another word.

11:30 Passepartout heard the front door close a first time: that was his new master going out;

11:37 then a second time: that was his predecessor, James Forster, taking his leave in his turn.

11:44 Passepartout was left alone in the house in Saville Row.

11:48 Chapter II: In which Passepartout is convinced that he has at last found his ideal

11:53 Chapter Two. In which Passepartout is convinced that he has at last found his ideal.

11:59 Jean Passepartout: Ma foi, I've seen fellows at Madame Tussaud's every bit as lively as my new master!

12:06 It should be said here that Madame Tussaud's 'fellows' are figures of wax, much visited in London, which truly lack nothing but the power of speech.

12:16 During the few moments in which he had glimpsed Phileas Fogg, Passepartout had quickly but carefully examined his future master.

12:24 He was a man who might have been forty, with a fine, noble face, tall of stature, and none the worse for a slight stoutness; fair of hair and whiskers, with a smooth brow and no sign of wrinkles at the temples, a face pale rather than ruddy, and magnificent teeth.

12:44 He seemed to possess in the highest degree what physiognomists call 'repose in action', a faculty common to all who do more work than they make noise.

12:55 Calm, phlegmatic, with a clear eye and an unmoving eyelid, he was the finished type of those cool-blooded Englishmen who are met with fairly often in the United Kingdom, and whose somewhat academic bearing Angelica Kauffmann has so marvellously rendered with her brush.

13:13 Seen in the various acts of his existence, this gentleman gave the idea of a being well balanced in all his parts, justly poised, as perfect as a chronometer by Leroy or by Earnshaw.

13:27 The fact is that Phileas Fogg was exactitude personified, as could be seen clearly from 'the expression of his feet and of his hands'; for in man, as well as in the animals, the limbs themselves are organs that express the passions.

13:43 Phileas Fogg was one of those mathematically exact people who, never hurried and always ready, are sparing of their steps and of their movements.

13:54 He never took one stride too many, always going by the shortest way. He did not waste a single glance on the ceiling.

14:02 He allowed himself no superfluous gesture. He had never been seen moved or flustered.

14:09 He was the least hasty man in the world, yet he always arrived in time.

14:15 It will be understood, however, that he lived alone and, so to speak, outside all social intercourse. He knew that in life one must make allowance for friction; and since friction slows one down,

14:29 he rubbed against nobody.

14:32 As for Jean, called Passepartout, a true Parisian of Paris, in the five years that he had lived in England, following the trade of valet in London, he had looked in vain for a master to whom he could attach himself.

14:46 Passepartout was not one of those Frontins or Mascarilles who, with shoulders high, noses in the air, bold looks and hard eyes, are nothing but impudent rascals. No.

14:59 Passepartout was a good fellow, of amiable countenance, with lips a little full, always ready to taste or to kiss, a gentle and obliging creature, with one of those good round heads that one is glad to see on a friend's shoulders.

15:15 He had blue eyes, a lively colour, a face plump enough for him to see the round of his own cheeks, a broad chest, a powerful frame, vigorous muscles, and he possessed a Herculean strength which the exercises of his youth had admirably developed.

15:33 His brown hair was a trifle bad-tempered. If the sculptors of antiquity knew eighteen ways of arranging the hair of Minerva, Passepartout knew only one way of arranging his own: three strokes of a wide-toothed comb, and his hair was done.

15:50 To say whether this young man's expansive character would agree with that of Phileas Fogg is more than the most elementary prudence allows.

15:59 Would Passepartout prove the thoroughly exact servant that his master required? Only use would tell.

16:06 Having had, as we know, a rather vagabond youth, he longed for rest. Having heard much praise of English methodicalness and of the proverbial coldness of English gentlemen, he had come to seek his fortune in England.

16:22 But until now fate had served him badly. He had been unable to take root anywhere. He had been through ten households.

16:31 In every one of them, people were whimsical, changeable, forever running after adventures or running about the country—which could no longer suit Passepartout.

16:42 His last master, the young Lord Longsferry, Member of Parliament, after spending his nights in the oyster-rooms of the Haymarket, came home all too often on the shoulders of policemen.

16:53 Passepartout, wishing above all to be able to respect his master, ventured a few respectful remarks, which were ill received, and he broke with him.

17:03 Just then he learnt that Phileas Fogg, Esquire, was looking for a servant. He made enquiries about this gentleman.

17:11 A personage whose existence was so regular, who never slept away from home, who never travelled, who was never absent, not even for a day, could not fail to suit him.

17:23 He presented himself, and was engaged in the circumstances already known.

17:28 Passepartout—half past eleven having struck—found himself, then, alone in the house in Saville Row. He at once began to inspect it. He went over it from cellar to garret.

17:40 This clean, orderly, severe, puritan house, well organised for service, pleased him. It struck him as a fine snail-shell, but a shell lit and heated by gas, for carburetted hydrogen met all its needs for light and heat.

17:57 Passepartout found without difficulty, on the second floor, the room intended for him. It suited him.

18:05 Electric bells and speaking-tubes connected it with the rooms on the mezzanine and the first floor.

18:11 On the mantelpiece an electric clock kept time with the clock in Phileas Fogg's bedroom, and the two instruments beat at the same instant, to the same second.

18:22 Jean Passepartout: That suits me, that suits me!

18:24 He also noticed in his room a card pinned up above the clock. It was the programme of the daily service.

18:32 It set out every detail of the service, from eight o'clock in the morning, the regulation hour at which Phileas Fogg rose, until half past eleven, the hour at which he left the house to go and lunch at the Reform Club.

18:45 Tea and toast at eight twenty-three, shaving water at nine thirty-seven, hairdressing at twenty minutes to ten, and so on.

18:54 Then from half past eleven in the morning until midnight, when the methodical gentleman went to bed, everything was noted down, foreseen, regulated.

19:04 Passepartout took delight in pondering this programme and engraving its various articles upon his mind.

19:11 As for his master's wardrobe, it was extremely well stocked and marvellously well planned. Every pair of trousers, every coat and waistcoat bore a serial number, repeated in a register of ins and outs which gave the date on which, according to the season, each garment was to be worn in its turn.

19:32 The same regulations governed the shoes.

19:35 In short, this Saville Row house, which in the days of the illustrious but dissipated Sheridan must have been a temple of disorder, was comfortably furnished and spoke of ample means.

19:48 No library, no books, which would have been of no use to Mr. Fogg, since the Reform Club placed two libraries at his disposal, one devoted to literature, the other to law and politics.

20:01 In the bedroom, a safe of moderate size, so built as to defend it against fire as well as theft. No weapons in the house, no implements of the chase or of war. Everything there bespoke the most peaceable habits.

20:17 Having examined this dwelling in detail, Passepartout rubbed his hands, his broad face beamed, and he repeated joyfully:

20:26 Jean Passepartout: That suits me! That's just the thing for me! We shall get on perfectly, Mr. Fogg and I! A stay-at-home, and as regular as clockwork!

20:35 Jean Passepartout: A real machine! Well, I'm not sorry to be serving a machine!

20:41 Chapter III: In which a conversation begins that may cost Phileas Fogg dear

20:46 Chapter Three. In which a conversation begins that may cost Phileas Fogg dear.

20:52 Phileas Fogg had left his house in Saville Row at half past eleven.

20:57 And after putting his right foot in front of his left five hundred and seventy-five times, and his left in front of his right five hundred and seventy-six times, he arrived at the Reform Club, a vast building in Pall Mall which cost no less than three million to put up.

21:15 Phileas Fogg went at once to the dining-room, whose nine windows opened on to a fine garden, its trees already gilded by autumn. There he took his place at the usual table, where his cover was laid and waiting for him.

21:30 His luncheon consisted of a hors d'oeuvre, a boiled fish set off with a Reading sauce of the first quality, a scarlet roast beef garnished with mushroom condiments, a tart filled with rhubarb stalks and green gooseberries, and a piece of Cheshire cheese.

21:48 The whole washed down with several cups of that excellent tea which is specially gathered for the Reform Club's pantry.

21:56 At twelve forty-seven this gentleman rose and made his way to the great drawing-room, a sumptuous apartment adorned with richly framed paintings.

22:06 There a servant handed him the Times, uncut, and Phileas Fogg performed the laborious unfolding of it with a sureness of hand that showed long familiarity with this difficult operation.

22:18 The reading of this paper occupied Phileas Fogg until a quarter to four, and that of the Standard, which followed it, lasted until dinner. This meal was taken under the same conditions as luncheon, with the addition of a 'Royal British sauce'.

22:35 At twenty minutes to six the gentleman reappeared in the great drawing-room and became absorbed in reading the Morning Chronicle.

22:43 Half an hour later, various members of the Reform Club made their entrance and drew near the fireplace, where a coal fire was burning.

22:52 They were Mr. Phileas Fogg's usual partners, like himself passionate players of whist: Andrew Stuart, the engineer; John Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin, the bankers; Thomas Flanagan, the brewer; and Gauthier Ralph, one of the directors of the Bank of England.

23:11 Men of wealth and standing, even in a club which counts the leading lights of industry and finance among its members.

23:20 Thomas Flanagan: Well, Ralph,

23:21 asked Thomas Flanagan,

23:22 Thomas Flanagan: where do things stand with this robbery?

23:25 Andrew Stuart: Why, the Bank will simply be out of pocket.

23:28 replied Andrew Stuart.

23:30 Gauthier Ralph: On the contrary,

23:31 said Gauthier Ralph,

23:33 Gauthier Ralph: I hope we shall lay hands on the culprit. Police inspectors, very able men, have been sent to America and to Europe, to all the principal ports of embarkation and landing, and it will be hard for this gentleman to slip through their fingers.

23:46 Andrew Stuart: But you have a description of the thief, then?

23:49 Gauthier Ralph: In the first place, he is not a thief.

23:52 Andrew Stuart: What! Not a thief, this individual who has made off with fifty-five thousand pounds in bank-notes?

24:00 One million, three hundred and seventy-five thousand francs.

24:05 Gauthier Ralph: No.

24:06 John Sullivan: Then he's a man of business?

24:08 said John Sullivan.

24:10 Phileas Fogg: The Morning Chronicle assures us that he is a gentleman.

24:13 The speaker was none other than Phileas Fogg, whose head now rose out of the flood of paper heaped about him. At the same time Phileas Fogg bowed to his fellow members, who returned his bow.

24:27 The affair in question, which the various newspapers of the United Kingdom were hotly debating, had taken place three days before, on the twenty-ninth of September.

24:38 A bundle of bank-notes, amounting to the enormous sum of fifty-five thousand pounds, had been removed from the chief cashier's counter at the Bank of England.

24:49 To anyone who wondered that such a robbery could have been carried out so easily, the deputy governor, Gauthier Ralph, merely replied that at that very moment the cashier had been busy entering a receipt of three shillings and sixpence, and that one cannot keep an eye on everything.

25:06 But it should be observed here—and this makes the fact easier to understand—that that admirable establishment, the Bank of England, appears to be exceedingly concerned for the dignity of the public.

25:18 No guards, no old soldiers on duty, no grilles! Gold, silver and notes are freely displayed and, so to speak, at the mercy of the first comer.

25:31 One could not think of casting suspicion on the honour of any passer-by whatever.

25:36 One of the best observers of English customs even tells the following story.

25:41 Finding himself one day in one of the rooms of the Bank, he had the curiosity to look more closely at an ingot of gold weighing seven or eight pounds, which lay on display on the cashier's counter.

25:55 He picked up the ingot, examined it, and passed it to his neighbour, who passed it to another, so that the ingot went from hand to hand to the far end of a dark corridor,

26:06 and did not come back to its place until half an hour later, without the cashier having so much as raised his head.

26:13 But on the twenty-ninth of September things did not go quite like that.

26:19 The bundle of bank-notes did not come back; and when the magnificent clock above the drawing-office struck five, the hour at which the offices closed, the Bank of England had nothing left to do but pass fifty-five thousand pounds to the account of profit and loss.

26:37 The robbery having been duly and properly established, agents—detectives chosen from among the ablest—were sent to the principal ports: to Liverpool, to Glasgow, to Le Havre, to Suez, to Brindisi, to New York and elsewhere.

26:52 They were promised, in case of success, a reward of two thousand pounds—fifty thousand francs—and five per cent of whatever sum should be recovered.

27:03 Until the inquiry, which had begun at once, should furnish further information, these inspectors were charged with keeping a scrupulous watch on every traveller arriving or departing.

27:15 Now, as the Morning Chronicle said, there was good reason to suppose that the culprit did not belong to any of the gangs of thieves in England.

27:25 During that day, the twenty-ninth of September, a well-dressed gentleman of good manners and distinguished air had been noticed walking to and fro in the paying-room, the scene of the robbery.

27:37 The inquiry had made it possible to reconstruct this gentleman's description fairly exactly, and it was at once sent to every detective in the United Kingdom and on the Continent.

27:49 Some sound minds—and Gauthier Ralph was among them—therefore believed themselves justified in hoping that the thief would not escape.

27:58 As may be imagined, the affair was the talk of the day in London and throughout England. People argued, and grew heated for or against the chances of success of the Metropolitan Police.

28:10 It will not be surprising, then, to hear the members of the Reform Club discussing the same question, all the more since one of the deputy governors of the Bank was among them.

28:21 The worthy Gauthier Ralph refused to doubt the outcome of the search, reckoning that the reward offered ought to sharpen the zeal and the wits of the agents remarkably.

28:32 But his fellow member, Andrew Stuart, was far from sharing this confidence.

28:37 The discussion therefore went on among the gentlemen, who had sat down at a whist table, Stuart facing Flanagan, Fallentin facing Phileas Fogg.

28:48 During play the players did not talk; but between the rubbers the interrupted conversation started up again more briskly than ever.

28:56 Andrew Stuart: I maintain that the odds are with the thief, who is bound to be a clever fellow!

29:01 Gauthier Ralph: Nonsense! There is no longer a single country where he can take refuge.

29:06 Andrew Stuart: Oh, come!

29:08 Gauthier Ralph: Where would you have him go?

29:10 Andrew Stuart: I have no idea, but, after all, the earth is big enough.

29:14 Phileas Fogg: It was once…

29:16 said Phileas Fogg in an undertone. Then:

29:20 Phileas Fogg: Your cut, sir,

29:22 he added, presenting the cards to Thomas Flanagan.

29:26 The discussion was suspended during the rubber. But Andrew Stuart soon took it up again, saying:

29:32 Andrew Stuart: What do you mean, once? Has the earth grown smaller, by any chance?

29:36 Gauthier Ralph: Certainly it has. I agree with Mr. Fogg. The earth has grown smaller, since one can now travel over it ten times faster than a hundred years ago. And that is what, in the case we are discussing, will make the search quicker.

29:50 Andrew Stuart: And will make the thief's escape easier too!

29:53 Phileas Fogg: Your play, Mr. Stuart!

29:55 But Stuart, incredulous, was not convinced; and, once the game was finished:

30:01 Andrew Stuart: You must admit, Mr. Ralph, that you have found an amusing way of saying that the earth has grown smaller! So, because one can now go round it in three months…

30:11 Phileas Fogg: In eighty days only.

30:13 John Sullivan: That is so, gentlemen,

30:15 added John Sullivan.

30:16 John Sullivan: Eighty days, since the opening of the section between Rothal and Allahabad on the Great Indian Peninsular Railway. Here is the calculation drawn up by the Morning Chronicle:

30:27 John Sullivan: From London to Suez via Mont Cenis and Brindisi, by rail and steamer: seven days. From Suez to Bombay, steamer: thirteen days. From Bombay to Calcutta, rail: three days. From Calcutta to Hong Kong, China, steamer: thirteen days.

30:50 John Sullivan: From Hong Kong to Yokohama, Japan, steamer: six days. From Yokohama to San Francisco, steamer: twenty-two days. From San Francisco to New York, railroad: seven days. From New York to London, steamer and rail: nine days. Total: eighty days.

31:12 Andrew Stuart: Yes, eighty days!

31:15 exclaimed Andrew Stuart, who in his inattention trumped a master card.

31:21 Andrew Stuart: But that leaves out bad weather, contrary winds, shipwrecks, derailments and so forth.

31:27 Phileas Fogg: All included,

31:28 replied Phileas Fogg, continuing to play, for this time the discussion was no longer respecting the whist.

31:35 Andrew Stuart: Even if the rails are torn up, in India or in America! If the trains are stopped, the vans pillaged, the passengers attacked!

31:44 Phileas Fogg: All included,

31:45 replied Phileas Fogg; and, laying down his hand, he added:

31:50 Phileas Fogg: Two master trumps.

31:53 Andrew Stuart, whose deal it was, picked up the cards, saying:

31:57 Andrew Stuart: In theory you are right, Mr. Fogg, but in practice…

32:01 Phileas Fogg: In practice too, Mr. Stuart.

32:04 Andrew Stuart: I should like to see you do it.

32:06 Phileas Fogg: It rests entirely with you. Let us go together.

32:10 Andrew Stuart: Heaven forbid! But I would gladly wager four thousand pounds that such a journey, made under those conditions, is impossible.

32:19 One hundred thousand francs.

32:21 Phileas Fogg: Quite possible, on the contrary.

32:23 Andrew Stuart: Well, then, do it!

32:25 Phileas Fogg: Go round the world in eighty days?

32:27 Andrew Stuart: Yes.

32:28 Phileas Fogg: I am quite willing.

32:30 Andrew Stuart: When?

32:31 Phileas Fogg: At once.

32:32 Andrew Stuart: It is madness!

32:34 cried Andrew Stuart, who was beginning to be nettled by his fellow player's persistence.

32:40 Andrew Stuart: Come, let us play instead.

32:43 Phileas Fogg: Then deal again, for there has been a misdeal.

32:46 Andrew Stuart took up the cards again with a feverish hand; then, all of a sudden, putting them down on the table:

32:53 Andrew Stuart: Very well, yes, Mr. Fogg, yes, I will bet four thousand pounds!…

32:59 Samuel Fallentin: My dear Stuart,

33:01 said Fallentin,

33:02 Samuel Fallentin: calm yourself. It isn't serious.

33:06 Andrew Stuart: When I say 'I bet', it is always serious.

33:10 Phileas Fogg: So be it!

33:12 Then, turning to his fellow members:

33:14 Phileas Fogg: I have twenty thousand pounds on deposit with Baring Brothers.

33:18 Five hundred thousand francs.

33:20 Phileas Fogg: I will willingly risk them…

33:23 John Sullivan: Twenty thousand pounds! Twenty thousand pounds, which one unforeseen delay could make you lose!

33:31 Phileas Fogg: The unforeseen does not exist.

33:34 John Sullivan: But, Mr. Fogg, that span of eighty days is reckoned only as a minimum!

33:39 Phileas Fogg: A minimum, well employed, suffices for everything.

33:44 John Sullivan: But to keep within it, you will have to jump mathematically out of the trains on to the steamers, and off the steamers into the trains!

33:52 Phileas Fogg: I shall jump mathematically.

33:56 Samuel Fallentin: You are joking!

33:58 Phileas Fogg: A good Englishman never jests about anything so serious as a wager.

34:03 Phileas Fogg: I will wager twenty thousand pounds against all comers that I shall go round the world in eighty days or under: that is to say, nineteen hundred and twenty hours, or one hundred and fifteen thousand two hundred minutes. Do you accept?

34:20 Gauthier Ralph: We accept,

34:22 replied Messrs. Stuart, Fallentin, Sullivan, Flanagan and Ralph, after conferring among themselves.

34:29 Phileas Fogg: Good. The Dover train leaves at eight forty-five. I shall take it.

34:33 Andrew Stuart: This very evening?

34:35 Phileas Fogg: This very evening. So,

34:38 he added, consulting a pocket calendar,

34:40 Phileas Fogg: since today is Wednesday, the second of October, I shall be due back in London, in this very drawing-room of the Reform Club, on Saturday, the twenty-first of December, at eight forty-five in the evening; failing which, the twenty thousand pounds now deposited to my credit with Baring Brothers will belong to you, gentlemen, in fact and in law.

35:02 Phileas Fogg: Here is a cheque for that amount.

35:04 A memorandum of the wager was drawn up and signed on the spot by the six parties concerned. Phileas Fogg had remained cool.

35:14 He had certainly not wagered in order to win, and he had staked these twenty thousand pounds—half his fortune—only because he foresaw that he might have to spend the other half to bring this difficult, not to say impracticable, project to a successful end.

35:31 As for his opponents, they seemed moved; not on account of the value of the stake, but because they felt a kind of scruple about contending under such conditions.

35:43 Seven o'clock was then striking. They offered to suspend the whist so that Mr. Fogg could prepare for his departure.

35:50 Phileas Fogg: I am always ready!

35:52 replied that impassive gentleman; and, dealing the cards:

35:57 Phileas Fogg: Diamonds are trumps. Your play, Mr. Stuart.

36:01 Chapter IV: In which Phileas Fogg astounds Passepartout, his servant

36:06 Chapter Four. In which Phileas Fogg astounds Passepartout, his servant.

36:12 At twenty-five minutes past seven, Phileas Fogg, having won some twenty guineas at whist, took leave of his honourable fellow members and left the Reform Club.

36:23 At ten minutes to eight he was opening his front door and letting himself into his house.

36:29 Passepartout, who had conscientiously studied his programme, was rather surprised to see Mr. Fogg, guilty of unpunctuality, appear at this unwonted hour. According to the card, the tenant of Saville Row was not due home until midnight precisely.

36:46 Phileas Fogg had first gone up to his room; then he called:

36:51 Phileas Fogg: Passepartout.

36:52 Passepartout did not answer. The call could not be meant for him. It was not the hour.

36:59 Phileas Fogg: Passepartout,

37:00 Mr. Fogg said again, without raising his voice any further.

37:04 Passepartout appeared.

37:06 Phileas Fogg: That is the second time I have called you.

37:09 Jean Passepartout: But it is not midnight,

37:11 replied Passepartout, his watch in his hand.

37:14 Phileas Fogg: I know it, and I am not reproaching you. We leave in ten minutes for Dover and Calais.

37:20 A sort of grimace began to take shape on the Frenchman's round face. It was plain that he had misheard.

37:26 Jean Passepartout: Monsieur is going away?

37:29 Phileas Fogg: Yes,

37:30 replied Phileas Fogg.

37:32 Phileas Fogg: We are going round the world.

37:34 Passepartout, his eyes opened beyond all measure, eyelids and eyebrows raised, arms hanging limp, body sagging, now displayed every symptom of astonishment carried to the point of stupor.

37:49 Jean Passepartout: Round the world!

37:51 Phileas Fogg: In eighty days. So we have not a moment to lose.

37:55 Jean Passepartout: But the trunks?…

37:57 said Passepartout, unconsciously swinging his head from right to left.

38:02 Phileas Fogg: No trunks. A carpet-bag only. In it, two woollen shirts and three pairs of stockings. The same for you. We shall buy what we need on the way. You will bring down my mackintosh and my travelling rug. Wear good shoes. Not that we shall walk much, if at all. Go.

38:18 Passepartout would have liked to reply. He could not. He left Mr. Fogg's room, went up to his own, dropped into a chair and, using a rather vulgar phrase of his country:

38:30 Jean Passepartout: Ah, well! If that doesn't beat everything! And there was I, wanting a quiet life!…

38:38 And mechanically he made his preparations for departure.

38:42 Round the world in eighty days! Was he dealing with a madman? No… Was it a joke?

38:50 They were going to Dover; very well. To Calais; so be it.

38:55 After all, that could not greatly vex the good fellow, who had not set foot on his native soil for five years. Perhaps they would even go as far as Paris and, ma foi, he would be glad to see the great capital again.

39:09 But surely a gentleman so sparing of his steps would stop there… Yes, no doubt; but it was none the less true that he was leaving, that he was going away, this gentleman who until now had been such a stay-at-home!

39:25 At eight o'clock Passepartout had ready the modest bag which held his wardrobe and his master's; then, his mind still in a whirl, he left his room, carefully shutting the door behind him, and joined Mr. Fogg.

39:39 Mr. Fogg was ready. Under his arm he carried Bradshaw's Continental Railway Steam Transit and General Guide, which was to furnish him with all the information his journey would require.

39:52 He took the bag from Passepartout's hands, opened it, and slipped into it a thick bundle of those handsome bank-notes which pass current in every country.

40:02 Phileas Fogg: You have forgotten nothing?

40:03 Jean Passepartout: Nothing, monsieur.

40:05 Phileas Fogg: My mackintosh and my rug?

40:07 Jean Passepartout: Here they are.

40:08 Phileas Fogg: Good. Take this bag.

40:11 Mr. Fogg handed the bag to Passepartout.

40:14 Phileas Fogg: And take good care of it. There are twenty thousand pounds in it.

40:18 Five hundred thousand francs.

40:20 The bag nearly slipped from Passepartout's hands, as though the twenty thousand pounds had been in gold and weighed a great deal.

40:29 Master and man then went downstairs, and the street door was double-locked.

40:34 There was a cab-stand at the end of Saville Row. Phileas Fogg and his servant got into a cab, which drove rapidly to Charing Cross station, the terminus of one of the branches of the South-Eastern Railway.

40:48 At twenty past eight the cab drew up before the station gates. Passepartout jumped down. His master followed him and paid the cabman.

40:57 At that moment a poor beggar woman, leading a child by the hand, barefoot in the mud, wearing a battered hat from which hung a forlorn feather, a tattered shawl over her rags, came up to Mr. Fogg and asked him for alms.

41:13 Mr. Fogg took from his pocket the twenty guineas he had just won at whist and, holding them out to the beggar woman:

41:21 Phileas Fogg: Here, my good woman. I am glad that I met you!

41:25 Then he passed on.

41:28 Passepartout felt something like a moistness about his eyes. His master had taken a step into his heart.

41:35 He and Mr. Fogg at once went into the main hall of the station. There Phileas Fogg told Passepartout to take two first-class tickets for Paris. Then, turning round, he caught sight of his five fellow members of the Reform Club.

41:51 Phileas Fogg: Gentlemen, I am off, and the various visas stamped on a passport which I am taking for the purpose will enable you, on my return, to check my route.

42:01 Gauthier Ralph: Oh, Mr. Fogg,

42:03 replied Gauthier Ralph politely,

42:05 Gauthier Ralph: there is no need. We shall rely on your honour as a gentleman!

42:10 Phileas Fogg: It is better so.

42:11 Andrew Stuart: You haven't forgotten when you must be back?…

42:14 Andrew Stuart remarked.

42:16 Phileas Fogg: In eighty days, on Saturday, the twenty-first of December, eighteen seventy-two, at forty-five minutes past eight in the evening. Goodbye, gentlemen.

42:26 At eight forty Phileas Fogg and his servant took their seats in the same compartment. At eight forty-five a whistle sounded, and the train moved off.

42:37 The night was dark. A fine rain was falling. Phileas Fogg, settled back in his corner, did not speak.

42:46 Passepartout, still dazed, mechanically hugged the bag of bank-notes to his chest.

42:52 But the train had not yet passed Sydenham when Passepartout let out a veritable cry of despair!

42:58 Phileas Fogg: What is the matter?

43:00 Jean Passepartout: The matter is… that… in my hurry… in my confusion… I forgot…

43:06 Phileas Fogg: What?

43:07 Jean Passepartout: To turn off the gas in my room!

43:11 Phileas Fogg: Very well, young man,

43:13 replied Mr. Fogg coldly,

43:16 Phileas Fogg: it is burning at your expense!