Reading Help Around the world in eighty days Ch.VII-XIII
Mr. Fogg, therefore, had no reason for going out, and so `
` he remained at home. He shut himself up in his room, `
` and busied himself putting his affairs in order. `
` Passepartout continually ascended and descended the stairs. `
` The hours were long for him. He listened at his master's door, `
` and looked through the keyhole, as if he had a perfect right so to do, `
` and as if he feared that something terrible might happen at any moment. `
` Sometimes he thought of Fix, but no longer in anger. Fix, like all `
` the world, had been mistaken in Phileas Fogg, and had only done his duty `
` in tracking and arresting him; while he, Passepartout. . . . `
` This thought haunted him, and he never ceased cursing his miserable folly. `
` `
` Finding himself too wretched to remain alone, he knocked at Aouda's door, `
` went into her room, seated himself, without speaking, in a corner, `
` and looked ruefully at the young woman. Aouda was still pensive. `
` `
` About half-past seven in the evening Mr. Fogg sent to know `
` if Aouda would receive him, and in a few moments he found himself `
` alone with her. `
` `
` Phileas Fogg took a chair, and sat down near the fireplace, `
` opposite Aouda. No emotion was visible on his face. `
` Fogg returned was exactly the Fogg who had gone away; `
` there was the same calm, the same impassibility. `
` `
` He sat several minutes without speaking; then, bending his eyes on Aouda, `
` "Madam," said he, "will you pardon me for bringing you to England?" `
` `
` "I, Mr. Fogg!" replied Aouda, checking the pulsations of her heart. `
` `
` "Please let me finish," returned Mr. Fogg. "When I decided to `
` bring you far away from the country which was so unsafe for you, `
` I was rich, and counted on putting a portion of my fortune `
` at your disposal; then your existence would have been free and happy. `
` But now I am ruined." `
` `
` "I know it, Mr. Fogg," replied Aouda; "and I ask you in my turn, `
` will you forgive me for having followed you, and--who knows?--for having, `
` perhaps, delayed you, and thus contributed to your ruin?" `
` `
` "Madam, you could not remain in India, and your safety could `
` only be assured by bringing you to such a distance that your `
` persecutors could not take you." `
` `
` "So, Mr. Fogg," resumed Aouda, "not content with rescuing me `
` from a terrible death, you thought yourself bound to secure `
` my comfort in a foreign land?" `
` `
` "Yes, madam; but circumstances have been against me. `
` Still, I beg to place the little I have left at your service." `
` `
` "But what will become of you, Mr. Fogg?" `
` `
` "As for me, madam," replied the gentleman, coldly, "I have need of nothing." `
` `
` "But how do you look upon the fate, sir, which awaits you?" `
` `
` "As I am in the habit of doing." `
` `
` "At least," said Aouda, "want should not overtake a man like you. `
` Your friends--" `
` `
` "I have no friends, madam." `
` `
` "Your relatives--" `
` `
` "I have no longer any relatives." `
` `
` "I pity you, then, Mr. Fogg, for solitude is a sad thing, `
` with no heart to which to confide your griefs. They say, `
` though, that misery itself, shared by two sympathetic souls, `
` may be borne with patience." `
` `
` "They say so, madam." `
` `
` "Mr. Fogg," said Aouda, rising and seizing his hand, "do you wish `
` at once a kinswoman and friend? Will you have me for your wife?" `
` `
` Mr. Fogg, at this, rose in his turn. There was an unwonted `
` light in his eyes, and a slight trembling of his lips. `
` Aouda looked into his face. The sincerity, rectitude, firmness, `
` and sweetness of this soft glance of a noble woman, who could dare `
` all to save him to whom she owed all, at first astonished, `
` then penetrated him. He shut his eyes for an instant, `
` as if to avoid her look. When he opened them again, `
` "I love you!" he said, simply. "Yes, by all that is holiest, `
` I love you, and I am entirely yours!" `
` `
` "Ah!" cried Aouda, pressing his hand to her heart. `
` `
` Passepartout was summoned and appeared immediately. Mr. Fogg `
` still held Aouda's hand in his own; Passepartout understood, `
` and his big, round face became as radiant as the tropical sun `
` at its zenith. `
` `
` Mr. Fogg asked him if it was not too late to notify `
` the Reverend Samuel Wilson, of Marylebone parish, that evening. `
` `
` Passepartout smiled his most genial smile, and said, `
` "Never too late." `
` `
` It was five minutes past eight. `
` `
` "Will it be for to-morrow, Monday?" `
` `
` "For to-morrow, Monday," said Mr. Fogg, turning to Aouda. `
` `
` "Yes; for to-morrow, Monday," she replied. `
` `
` Passepartout hurried off as fast as his legs could carry him. `
` `
` `
` `
` `
` Chapter XXXVI `
` `
` IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG'S NAME IS ONCE MORE AT A PREMIUM ON 'CHANGE `
` `
` `
` It is time to relate what a change took place in English `
` public opinion when it transpired that the real bankrobber, `
` a certain James Strand, had been arrested, on the 17th day of December, `
` at Edinburgh. Three days before, Phileas Fogg had been a criminal, `
` who was being desperately followed up by the police; now he was an `
` honourable gentleman, mathematically pursuing his eccentric journey `
` round the world. `
` `
` The papers resumed their discussion about the wager; all those `
` who had laid bets, for or against him, revived their interest, `
` as if by magic; the "Phileas Fogg bonds" again became negotiable, `
` and many new wagers were made. Phileas Fogg's name was once more `
` at a premium on 'Change. `
` `
` His five friends of the Reform Club passed these three days in `
` a state of feverish suspense. Would Phileas Fogg, whom they had `
` forgotten, reappear before their eyes! Where was he at this moment? `
` The 17th of December, the day of James Strand's arrest, `
` was the seventy-sixth since Phileas Fogg's departure, `
` and no news of him had been received. Was he dead? `
` Had he abandoned the effort, or was he continuing his journey `
` along the route agreed upon? And would he appear on Saturday, `
` the 21st of December, at a quarter before nine in the evening, `
` on the threshold of the Reform Club saloon? `
` `
` The anxiety in which, for three days, London society existed, `
` cannot be described. Telegrams were sent to America and Asia `
` for news of Phileas Fogg. Messengers were dispatched to the house `
` in Saville Row morning and evening. No news. The police were `
` ignorant what had become of the detective, Fix, who had so `
` unfortunately followed up a false scent. Bets increased, `
` nevertheless, in number and value. Phileas Fogg, like a `
` racehorse, was drawing near his last turning-point. The bonds `
` were quoted, no longer at a hundred below par, but at twenty, `
` at ten, and at five; and paralytic old Lord Albemarle bet even `
` in his favour. `
` `
` A great crowd was collected in Pall Mall and the neighbouring `
` streets on Saturday evening; it seemed like a multitude of brokers `
` permanently established around the Reform Club. Circulation `
` was impeded, and everywhere disputes, discussions, and financial `
` transactions were going on. The police had great difficulty in `
` keeping back the crowd, and as the hour when Phileas Fogg `
` was due approached, the excitement rose to its highest pitch. `
` `
` The five antagonists of Phileas Fogg had met in the great saloon of the club. `
` John Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin, the bankers, Andrew Stuart, the engineer, `
` Gauthier Ralph, the director of the Bank of England, and Thomas Flanagan, `
` the brewer, one and all waited anxiously. `
` `
` When the clock indicated twenty minutes past eight, Andrew Stuart got up, `
` saying, "Gentlemen, in twenty minutes the time agreed upon between Mr. Fogg `
` and ourselves will have expired." `
` `
` "What time did the last train arrive from Liverpool?" asked Thomas Flanagan. `
` `
` "At twenty-three minutes past seven," replied Gauthier Ralph; `
` "and the next does not arrive till ten minutes after twelve." `
` `
` "Well, gentlemen," resumed Andrew Stuart, "if Phileas Fogg `
` had come in the 7:23 train, he would have got here by this time. `
` We can, therefore, regard the bet as won." `
` `
` "Wait; don't let us be too hasty," replied Samuel Fallentin. `
` "You know that Mr. Fogg is very eccentric. His punctuality `
` is well known; he never arrives too soon, or too late; and I `
` should not be surprised if he appeared before us at the last minute." `
` `
` "Why," said Andrew Stuart nervously, "if I should see him, `
` I should not believe it was he." `
` `
` "The fact is," resumed Thomas Flanagan, "Mr. Fogg's project `
` was absurdly foolish. Whatever his punctuality, he could not `
` prevent the delays which were certain to occur; and a delay `
` of only two or three days would be fatal to his tour." `
` `
` "Observe, too," added John Sullivan, "that we have received no `
` intelligence from him, though there are telegraphic lines all `
` along is route." `
` `
` "He has lost, gentleman," said Andrew Stuart, "he has a hundred times lost! `
` You know, besides, that the China the only steamer he could have taken `
`
` he remained at home. He shut himself up in his room, `
` and busied himself putting his affairs in order. `
` Passepartout continually ascended and descended the stairs. `
` The hours were long for him. He listened at his master's door, `
` and looked through the keyhole, as if he had a perfect right so to do, `
` and as if he feared that something terrible might happen at any moment. `
` Sometimes he thought of Fix, but no longer in anger. Fix, like all `
` the world, had been mistaken in Phileas Fogg, and had only done his duty `
` in tracking and arresting him; while he, Passepartout. . . . `
` This thought haunted him, and he never ceased cursing his miserable folly. `
` `
` Finding himself too wretched to remain alone, he knocked at Aouda's door, `
` went into her room, seated himself, without speaking, in a corner, `
` and looked ruefully at the young woman. Aouda was still pensive. `
` `
` About half-past seven in the evening Mr. Fogg sent to know `
` if Aouda would receive him, and in a few moments he found himself `
` alone with her. `
` `
` Phileas Fogg took a chair, and sat down near the fireplace, `
` opposite Aouda. No emotion was visible on his face. `
` Fogg returned was exactly the Fogg who had gone away; `
` there was the same calm, the same impassibility. `
` `
` He sat several minutes without speaking; then, bending his eyes on Aouda, `
` "Madam," said he, "will you pardon me for bringing you to England?" `
` `
` "I, Mr. Fogg!" replied Aouda, checking the pulsations of her heart. `
` `
` "Please let me finish," returned Mr. Fogg. "When I decided to `
` bring you far away from the country which was so unsafe for you, `
` I was rich, and counted on putting a portion of my fortune `
` at your disposal; then your existence would have been free and happy. `
` But now I am ruined." `
` `
` "I know it, Mr. Fogg," replied Aouda; "and I ask you in my turn, `
` will you forgive me for having followed you, and--who knows?--for having, `
` perhaps, delayed you, and thus contributed to your ruin?" `
` `
` "Madam, you could not remain in India, and your safety could `
` only be assured by bringing you to such a distance that your `
` persecutors could not take you." `
` `
` "So, Mr. Fogg," resumed Aouda, "not content with rescuing me `
` from a terrible death, you thought yourself bound to secure `
` my comfort in a foreign land?" `
` `
` "Yes, madam; but circumstances have been against me. `
` Still, I beg to place the little I have left at your service." `
` `
` "But what will become of you, Mr. Fogg?" `
` `
` "As for me, madam," replied the gentleman, coldly, "I have need of nothing." `
` `
` "But how do you look upon the fate, sir, which awaits you?" `
` `
` "As I am in the habit of doing." `
` `
` "At least," said Aouda, "want should not overtake a man like you. `
` Your friends--" `
` `
` "I have no friends, madam." `
` `
` "Your relatives--" `
` `
` "I have no longer any relatives." `
` `
` "I pity you, then, Mr. Fogg, for solitude is a sad thing, `
` with no heart to which to confide your griefs. They say, `
` though, that misery itself, shared by two sympathetic souls, `
` may be borne with patience." `
` `
` "They say so, madam." `
` `
` "Mr. Fogg," said Aouda, rising and seizing his hand, "do you wish `
` at once a kinswoman and friend? Will you have me for your wife?" `
` `
` Mr. Fogg, at this, rose in his turn. There was an unwonted `
` light in his eyes, and a slight trembling of his lips. `
` Aouda looked into his face. The sincerity, rectitude, firmness, `
` and sweetness of this soft glance of a noble woman, who could dare `
` all to save him to whom she owed all, at first astonished, `
` then penetrated him. He shut his eyes for an instant, `
` as if to avoid her look. When he opened them again, `
` "I love you!" he said, simply. "Yes, by all that is holiest, `
` I love you, and I am entirely yours!" `
` `
` "Ah!" cried Aouda, pressing his hand to her heart. `
` `
` Passepartout was summoned and appeared immediately. Mr. Fogg `
` still held Aouda's hand in his own; Passepartout understood, `
` and his big, round face became as radiant as the tropical sun `
` at its zenith. `
` `
` Mr. Fogg asked him if it was not too late to notify `
` the Reverend Samuel Wilson, of Marylebone parish, that evening. `
` `
` Passepartout smiled his most genial smile, and said, `
` "Never too late." `
` `
` It was five minutes past eight. `
` `
` "Will it be for to-morrow, Monday?" `
` `
` "For to-morrow, Monday," said Mr. Fogg, turning to Aouda. `
` `
` "Yes; for to-morrow, Monday," she replied. `
` `
` Passepartout hurried off as fast as his legs could carry him. `
` `
` `
` `
` `
` Chapter XXXVI `
` `
` IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG'S NAME IS ONCE MORE AT A PREMIUM ON 'CHANGE `
` `
` `
` It is time to relate what a change took place in English `
` public opinion when it transpired that the real bankrobber, `
` a certain James Strand, had been arrested, on the 17th day of December, `
` at Edinburgh. Three days before, Phileas Fogg had been a criminal, `
` who was being desperately followed up by the police; now he was an `
` honourable gentleman, mathematically pursuing his eccentric journey `
` round the world. `
` `
` The papers resumed their discussion about the wager; all those `
` who had laid bets, for or against him, revived their interest, `
` as if by magic; the "Phileas Fogg bonds" again became negotiable, `
` and many new wagers were made. Phileas Fogg's name was once more `
` at a premium on 'Change. `
` `
` His five friends of the Reform Club passed these three days in `
` a state of feverish suspense. Would Phileas Fogg, whom they had `
` forgotten, reappear before their eyes! Where was he at this moment? `
` The 17th of December, the day of James Strand's arrest, `
` was the seventy-sixth since Phileas Fogg's departure, `
` and no news of him had been received. Was he dead? `
` Had he abandoned the effort, or was he continuing his journey `
` along the route agreed upon? And would he appear on Saturday, `
` the 21st of December, at a quarter before nine in the evening, `
` on the threshold of the Reform Club saloon? `
` `
` The anxiety in which, for three days, London society existed, `
` cannot be described. Telegrams were sent to America and Asia `
` for news of Phileas Fogg. Messengers were dispatched to the house `
` in Saville Row morning and evening. No news. The police were `
` ignorant what had become of the detective, Fix, who had so `
` unfortunately followed up a false scent. Bets increased, `
` nevertheless, in number and value. Phileas Fogg, like a `
` racehorse, was drawing near his last turning-point. The bonds `
` were quoted, no longer at a hundred below par, but at twenty, `
` at ten, and at five; and paralytic old Lord Albemarle bet even `
` in his favour. `
` `
` A great crowd was collected in Pall Mall and the neighbouring `
` streets on Saturday evening; it seemed like a multitude of brokers `
` permanently established around the Reform Club. Circulation `
` was impeded, and everywhere disputes, discussions, and financial `
` transactions were going on. The police had great difficulty in `
` keeping back the crowd, and as the hour when Phileas Fogg `
` was due approached, the excitement rose to its highest pitch. `
` `
` The five antagonists of Phileas Fogg had met in the great saloon of the club. `
` John Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin, the bankers, Andrew Stuart, the engineer, `
` Gauthier Ralph, the director of the Bank of England, and Thomas Flanagan, `
` the brewer, one and all waited anxiously. `
` `
` When the clock indicated twenty minutes past eight, Andrew Stuart got up, `
` saying, "Gentlemen, in twenty minutes the time agreed upon between Mr. Fogg `
` and ourselves will have expired." `
` `
` "What time did the last train arrive from Liverpool?" asked Thomas Flanagan. `
` `
` "At twenty-three minutes past seven," replied Gauthier Ralph; `
` "and the next does not arrive till ten minutes after twelve." `
` `
` "Well, gentlemen," resumed Andrew Stuart, "if Phileas Fogg `
` had come in the 7:23 train, he would have got here by this time. `
` We can, therefore, regard the bet as won." `
` `
` "Wait; don't let us be too hasty," replied Samuel Fallentin. `
` "You know that Mr. Fogg is very eccentric. His punctuality `
` is well known; he never arrives too soon, or too late; and I `
` should not be surprised if he appeared before us at the last minute." `
` `
` "Why," said Andrew Stuart nervously, "if I should see him, `
` I should not believe it was he." `
` `
` "The fact is," resumed Thomas Flanagan, "Mr. Fogg's project `
` was absurdly foolish. Whatever his punctuality, he could not `
` prevent the delays which were certain to occur; and a delay `
` of only two or three days would be fatal to his tour." `
` `
` "Observe, too," added John Sullivan, "that we have received no `
` intelligence from him, though there are telegraphic lines all `
` along is route." `
` `
` "He has lost, gentleman," said Andrew Stuart, "he has a hundred times lost! `
` You know, besides, that the China the only steamer he could have taken `
`