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IN　WHICH　PHILEAS　FOGG　AND　PASSEPARTOUT　ACCEPT　EACH　OTHER；　THE　ONE　AS　MASTER；　THE　OTHER　AS　MAN。

Mr　Phileas　Fogg　lived；　in　1872；　at　No。　7；　Saville　Row；　Burlington　Gardens；　the　house　in　which　Sheridan　died　in　1814。　He　was　one　of　the　most　noticeable　members　of　the　Reform　Club；　though　he　seemed　always　to　avoid　attracting　attention；　an　enigmatical　personage；　about　whom　little　was　known；　except　that　he　was　a　polished　man　of　the　world。　People　said　that　he　resembled　Byron；　…　at　least　that　his　head　was　Byronic；　but　he　was　a　bearded；　tranquil　Byron；　who　might　live　on　a　thousand　years　without　growing　old。　
Certainly　an　Englishman；　it　was　more　doubtful　whether　Phileas　Fogg　was　a　Londoner。　He　was　never　seen　on　‘Change；　nor　at　the　Bank；　nor　in　the　counting…rooms　of　the　‘City'；　no　ships　ever　came　into　London　docks　of　which　he　was　the　owner；　he　had　no　public　employment；　he　had　never　been　entered　at　any　of　the　Inns　of　Court；　either　at　the　Temple；　or　Lincoln's　Inn；　or　Gray's　Inn；　nor　had　his　voice　ever　resounded　in　the　Court　of　Chancery；　or　in　the　Exchequer；　or　the　Queen's　Bench；　or　the　Ecclesiastical　Courts。　He　certainly　was　not　a　manufacturer；　nor　was　he　a　merchant　or　a　gentleman　farmer。　His　name　was　strange　to　the　scientific　and　learned　societies；　and　he　never　was　known　to　take　part　in　the　sage　deliberations　of　the　Royal　Institution　or　the　London　Institution；　the　Artisan's　Association　or　the　Institution　of　Arts　and　Sciences。　He　belonged；　in　fact；　to　none　of　the　numerous　societies　which　swarm　in　the　English　capital；　from　the　Harmonic　to　that　of　the　Entomologists；　founded　mainly　for　the　purpose　of　abolishing　pernicious　insects。　
Phileas　Fogg　was　a　member　of　the　Reform；　and　that　was　all。　
The　way　in　which　he　got　admission　to　this　exclusive　club　was　simple　enough。　
He　was　recommended　by　the　Barings；　with　whom　he　had　an　open　credit。　His　cheques　were　regularly　paid　at　sight　from　his　account　current；　which　was　always　flush。　
Was　Phileas　Fogg　rich？　Undoubtedly。　But　those　who　knew　him　best　could　not　imagine　how　he　had　made　his　fortune；　and　Mr　Fogg　was　the　last　person　to　whom　to　apply　for　the　information。　He　was　not　lavish；　nor；　on　the　contrary；　avaricious；　for　whenever　he　knew　that　money　was　needed　for　a　noble；　useful；　or　benevolent　purpose；　he　supplied　it　quietly　and　sometimes　anonymously。　He　was；　in　short；　the　least　communicative　of　men。　He　talked　very　little　and　seemed　all　the　more　mysterious　for　his　taciturn　manner。　His　daily　habits　were　quite　open　to　observation；　but　whatever　he　did　was　so　exactly　the　same　thing　that　he　had　always　done　before；　that　the　wits　of　the　curious　were　fairly　puzzled。　
Had　he　travelled？　It　was　likely；　for　no　one　seemed　to　know　the　world　more　familiarly；　there　was　no　spot　so　secluded　that　he　did　not　appear　to　have　an　intimate　acquaintance　with　it。　He　often　corrected；　with　a　few　clear　words；　the　thousand　conjectures　advanced　by　members　of　the　club　as　to　lost　and　unheard…of　travellers；　pointing　out　the　true　probabilities；　and　seeming　as　if　gifted　with　a　sort　of　second　sight；　so　often　did　events　justify　his　predictions。　He　must　have　travelled　everywhere；　at　least　in　the　spirit。　
It　was　at　least　certain　that　Phileas　Fogg　had　not　absented　himself　from　London　for　many　years。　Those　who　were　honoured　by　a　better　acquaintance　with　him　than　the　rest；　declared　that　nobody　could　pretend　to　have　ever　seen　him　anywhere　else。　His　sole　pastimes　were　reading　the　papers　and　playing　whist。　He　often　won　at　this　game；　which；　as　a　silent　one；　harmonized　with　his　nature；　but　his　winnings　never　went　into　his　purse；　being　reserved　as　a　fund　for　his　charities。　Mr　Fogg　played；　not　to　win；　but　for　the　sake　of　playing。　The　game　was　in　his　eyes　a　contest；　struggle　with　a　difficulty；　yet　a　motionless；　unwearying　struggle；　congenial　to　his　tastes。　
Phileas　Fogg　was　not　known　to　have　either　wife　or　children；　which　may　happen　to　the　most　honest　people；　either　relatives　or　near　friends；　which　is　certainly　more　unusual。　He　lived　alone　in　his　house　in　Saville　Row；　whither　none　penetrated。　A　single　domestic　sufficed　to　serve　him。　He　breakfasted　and　dined　at　the　club；　at　hours　mathematically　fixed；　in　the　same　room；　at　the　same　table；　never　taking　his　meals　with　other　members；　much　less　bringing　a　guest　with　him；　and　went　home　at　exactly　midnight；　only　to　retire　at　once　to　bed。　He　never　used　the　cosy　chambers　which　the　Reform　provides　for　its　favoured　members。　He　passed　ten　hours　out　of　the　twenty…four　in　Saville　Row；　either　in　sleeping　or　making　his　toilet。　When　he　chose　to　take　a　walk　it　was　with　a　regular　step　in　the　entrance　hall　with　its　mosaic　flooring；　or　in　the　circular　gallery　with　its　dome　supported　by　twenty　red　porphyry　Ionic　columns；　and　illumined　by　blue　painted　windows。　When　he　breakfasted　or　dined　all　the　resources　of　the　club　…　its　kitchens　and　pantries；　its　buttery　and　dairy　…　aided　to　crowd　his　table　with　their　most　succulent　stores；　he　was　served　by　the　gravest　waiters；　in　dress　coats；　and　shoes　with　swan…skin　soles；　who　proffered　the　viands　in　special　porcelain；　and　on　the　finest　linen；　club　decanters；　of　a　lost　mould；　contained　his　sherry；　his　port；　and　his　cinnamon…spiced　claret；　while　his　beverages　were　refreshingly　cooled　with　ice；　brought　at　great　cost　from　the　American　lakes。　
If　to　live　in　this　style　is　to　be　eccentric；　it　must　be　confessed　that　there　is　something　good　in　eccentricity。　
The　mansion　in　Saville　Row；　though　not　sumptuous；　was　exceedingly　comfortable。　The　habits　of　its　occupant　were　such　as　to　demand　but　little　from　the　sole　domestic；　but　Phileas　Fogg　required　him　to　be　almost　superhumanly　prompt　and　regular。　On　this　very　2nd　of　October　he　had　dismissed　James　Forster；　because　that　luckless　youth　had　brought　him　shaving…water　at　eighty…four　degrees　Fahrenheit　instead　of　eighty…six；　and　he　was　awaiting　his　successor；　who　was　due　at　the　house　between　eleven　and　half…past。　
Phileas　Fogg　was　seated　squarely　in　his　armchair；　his　feet　close　together　like　those　of　a　grenadier　on　parade；　his　hands　resting　on　his　knees；　his　body　straight；　his　head　erect；　he　was　steadily　watching　a　complicated　clock　which　indicated　the　hours；　the　minutes；　the　seconds；　the　days；　the　months；　and　the　years。　At　exactly　half…past　eleven　Mr　Fogg　would；　according　to　his　daily　habit；　quit　Saville　Row；　and　repair　to　the　Reform。　
A　rap　at　this　moment　sounded　on　the　door　of　the　cosy　apartment　where　Phileas　Fogg　was　seated；　and　James　Forster；　the　dismissed　servant；　appeared。　
‘The　new　servant；'　said　he。　
A　young　man　of　thirty　advanced　and　bowed。　
‘You　are　a　Frenchman；　I　believe；'　asked　Phileas　Fogg；　‘and　your　name　is　John？'　
‘Jean；　if　monsieur　pleases；'　replied　the　newcomer；　‘Jean　Passepartout；　a　surname　which　has　clung　to　me　because　I　have　a　natural　aptness　for　going　out　of　one　business　into　another。　I　believe　I'm　honest；　monsieur；　but；　to　be　outspoken；　I've　had　several　trades。　I've　been　an　itinerant　singer；　a　circus　…　rider；　when　I　used　to　vault　like　Leotard；　and　dance　on　a　rope　like　Blondin。　Then　I　got　to　be　a　professor　of　gymnastics；　so　as　to　make　better　use　of　my　talents；　and　then　I　was　a　sergeant　fireman　at　Paris；　and　assisted　at　many　a　big　fire。　But　I　quitted　France　five　years　ago　and；　wishing　to　taste　the　sweets　of　domestic　life；　took　service　as　a　valet　here　in　England。　Finding　myself　out　of　place；　and　hearing　that　Monsieur　Phileas　Fogg　was　the　most　exact　and　settled　gentleman　in　the　United　Kingdom；　I　have　come　to　monsieur　in　the　hope　of　living　with　him　a　tranquil　life；　and　forgetting　even　the　name　of　Passepartout。'　
‘Passepartout　suits　me；'　responded　Mr　Fogg。　‘You　are　well　recommended　to　me；　I　hear　a　good　report　of　you。　You　know　my　conditions？'　
‘Yes；　monsieur。'　
‘Good。　What　time　is　it？'　
‘Twenty　…　two　minutes　after　eleven；'　returned　Passepartout；　drawing　an　enormous　silver　watch　from　the　depths　of　his　pocket。　
‘You　are　too　slow；'　said　Mr　Fogg。　
‘Pardon　me；　monsieur；　it　is　impossible'　
‘You　are　four　minutes　too　slow。　No　matter；　it's　enough　to　mention　the　error。　Now　from　this　moment；　twenty…nine　minutes　after　eleven；　a。m。；　this　Wednesday；　October　2nd；　you　are　in　my　service。'　
Phileas　Fogg　got　up；　took　his　hat　in　his　left　hand；　put　it　on　his　head　with　an　automatic　motion；　and　went　off　without　a　word。　
Passepartout　heard　the　street　door　shut　once；　it　was　his　new　master　going　out。　He　heard　it　shut　again；　it　was　his　predecessor；　James　Forster；　departing　in　his　turn。　Passepartout　remained　alone　in　the　house　in　Saville　Row。　


CHAPTER　II
IN　WHICH　PASSEPARTOUT　IS　CONVINCED　THAT　HE　HAS　AT　LAST　FOUND　HIS　IDEAL。

‘Faith；'　muttered　Passepartout；　somewhat　flurried；　‘I've　seen　people　at　Madame　Tussaud's　as　lively　as　my　new　master！'　
Madame　Tussaud's　‘people；'　let　it　be　said；　are　of　wax；　and　are　much　visited　in　London；　speech　is　all　that　is　wanting　to　make　them　human。　
During　his　brief　interview　with　Mr　Fogg；　Passepartout　had　been　carefully　observing　him。　He　appeared　to　be　a　man　about　forty　years　of　age；　with　fine；　handsome　features；　and　a　tall；　well　…　shaped　figure；　his　hair　and　whiskers　were　light；　his　forehead　compact　and　unwrinkled；　his　face　rather　pale；　his　teeth　magnificent。　His　countenance　possessed　in　the　highest　degree　what　physiognomists　call　‘repose　in　action；'　a　quality　of　those　who　act　rather　than　talk。　Calm　and　phlegmatic；　with