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IN　WHICH　PHILEAS　FOGG　AND　PASSEPARTOUT　AcomEPT　EACH　OTHER；　THE　ONE　AS　MASTER；　THE　OTHER　AS　MAN。
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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　Ecomlesiastical　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　acomount　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　sucomulent　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　ecomentric；　it　must　be　confessed　that　there　is　something　good　in　ecomentricity。　
The　mansion　in　Saville　Row；　though　not　sumptuous；　was　exceedingly　comfortable。　The　habits　of　its　ocomupant　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　sucomessor；　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；　acomording　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。　

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CHAPTER　II
IN　WHICH　PASSEPARTOUT　IS　CONVINCED　THAT　HE　HAS　AT　LAST　FOUND　HIS　IDEAL。
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‘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　a　clear　eye；　Mr　Fogg　seemed　a　perfect　type　of　that　English　composure　which　Angelica　Kauffmann　has　so　skilfully　represented　on　canvas。　Seen　in　the　various　phases　of　his　daily　life；　he　gave　the　idea　of　being　perfectly　well…balanced；　as　exactly　regulated　as　a　Leroy　chronometer。　Phileas　Fogg　was；　indeed；　exactitude　personified；　and　this　was　betrayed　even　in　the　expression　of　his　very　hands　and　feet；　for　in　men；　as　well　as　in　animals；　the　limbs　themselves　are　expressive　of　the　passions。　
He　was　so　exact　that　he　was　never　in　a　hurry；　was　always　ready；　and　was　economical　alike　of　his　steps　and　his　motions。　He　never　took　one　step　too　many；　and　always　went　to　his　destination　by　the　shortest　cut；　he　made　no　superfluous　gestures；　and　was　never　seen　to　be　moved　or　agitated。　He　was　the　most　deliberate　person　in　the　world；　yet　always　reached　his　destination　at　the　exact　moment。　
He　lived　alone；　and　so　to　speak；　outside　of　every　social　relation；　and　as　he　knew　that　in　this　world　acomount　must　be　taken　of　friction；　and　that　friction　retards；　he　never　rubbed　against　anybody。　
As　for　Passepartout；　he　was　a　true　Parisian　of　Paris。　Since　he　had　abandoned　his　own　country　for　England；　taking　service　as　a　valet；　he　had　in　vain　searched　for　a　master　after　his　own　heart。　Passepartout　was　by　no　means　one　of　those　pert　dunces　depicted　by　Molière；　with　a　bold　gaze　and　a　nose　held　high　in　the　air；　he　was　an　honest　fellow；　with　a　pleasant　face；　lips　a　trifle　protruding；　soft　…　mannered　and　serviceable；　with　a　good　round　head；　such　as　one　likes　to　see　on　the　shoulders　of　a　friend。　His　eyes　were　blue；　his　complexion　rubicund；　his　figure　almost　portly　and　well　…　built；　his　body　muscular；　and　his　physical　powers　fully　developed　by　the　exercises　of　his　younger　days。　His　brown　hair　was　somewhat　tumbled；　for　while　the　ancient　sculptors　are　said　to　have　known　eighteen　methods　of　arranging　Minerva's　tresses；　Passepartout　was　familiar　with　but　one　of　dressing　his　own：　three　strokes　of　a　large　…　tooth　comb　completed　his　toilet。　
It　would　be　rash　to　predict　how　Passepartout's　lively　nature　would　agree　with　Mr　Fogg。　It　was　impossible　to　tell　whether　the　new　servant　would　turn　out　as　absolutely　methodical　as　his　master　required；　experience　alone　could　solve　the　question。　Passepartout　had　been　a　sort　of　vagrant　in　his　early　years；　and　now　yearned　for　repose；　but　so　far　he　had　failed　to　find　it；　though　he　had　already　served　in　ten　English　houses。　But　he　could　not　take　root　in　any　of　these；　with　chagrin　he　found　his　masters　invariably　whimsical　and　irregular；　constantly　running　about　the　country；　or　on　the　look…out　for　adventure。　His　last　master；　young　Lord　Longferry；　Member　of　Parliament；　after　passing　his　nights　in　the　Haymarket　taverns；　was　too　often　brought　home　in　the　morning　on　policemen's　shoulders。　Passepartout；　desirous　of　respecting　the　gentleman　whom　he　served；　ventured　a　mild　remonstrance　on　such　conduct；　which　being　ill…received；　he　took　his　leave。　Hearing　that　Mr　Phileas　Fogg　was　looking　for　a　servant；　and　that　his　life　was　one　of　unbroken　regularity；　that　he　neither　travelled　nor　stayed　from　home　overnight；　he　felt　sure　that　this　would　be　the　place　he　was　after。　He　presented　himself；　and　was　acomepted；　as　has　been　seen。　
At　half…past　eleven；　then；　Passepartout　found　himself　alone　in　the　house　in　Saville　Row。　He　began　its　inspection　without　delay；　scouring　it　from　cellar　to　garret。　So　clean；　well…arranged；　solemn　a　mansion　pleased　him；　it　seemed　to　him　like　a　snail's　shell；　lighted　and　warmed　by　gas；　which　sufficed　for　both　these　purposes。　When　Passepartout　reached　the　second　storey　he　recognized　at　once　the　room　which　he　was　to　inhabit；　and　he　was　well　satisfied　with　it。　Electric　bells　and　speaking　tubes　afforded　communication　with　the　lower　stories；　while　on　the　mantel　stood　an　electric　clock；　precisely　like　that　in　Mr　Fogg's　bedchamber；　both　beating　the　same　second　at　the　same　instant。　‘That's　good；　that'll　do；'　said　Passepartout　to　himself。　
He　suddenly　observed；　hung　over　the　clock；　a　card　which；　upon　inspection；　proved　to　be　a　programme　of　the　daily　routine　of　the　house。　It　comprised　all　that　was　required　of　the　servant；　from　eight　in　the　morning；　exactly　at　which　hour　Phileas　Fogg　rose；　till　half…past　eleven；　when　he　left　the　house　for　the　Reform　Club；　…　all　the　details　of　service；　the　tea　and　toast　at　twenty…three　minutes　past　eight；　the　shaving…water　at　thirty…seven　minutes　past　nine；　and　the　toilet　at　twenty　minutes　before　ten。　Everything　was　regulated　and　foreseen　that　was　to　be　done　from　half…past　eleven　a。m。　till　midnight；　the　hour　at　which　the　methodical　gentleman　retired。　
Mr　Fogg's　wardrobe　was　amply　supplied　and　in　the　best　taste。　Each　pair　of　trousers；　coat；　and　vest　bore　a　number；　indicating　the　time　of　year　and　season　at　which　they　were　in　turn　to　be　laid　out　for　wearing；　and　the　same　system　was　applied　to　the　master's　shoes。　In　short；　the　house　in　Saville　Row；　which　must　have　been　a　very　temple　of　disorder　and　unrest　under　the　illustrious　but　dissipated　Sheridan；　was　cosiness；　comfort；　and　method　idealized。　There　was　no　study；　nor　were　there　books；　which　would　have　been　quite　useless　to　Mr　Fogg；　for　at　the　Reform　two　libraries；　one　of　general　literature　and　the　other　of　law　and　politics；　were　at　his　service。　A　moderate　sized　safe　stood　in　his　bedroom；　constructed　so　as　to　defy　fire　as　well　as　burglars；　but　Passepartout　found　neither　arms　nor　hunting　weapons　anywhere；　everything　betrayed　the　most　tranquil　and　peaceable　habits。　
Having　scrutinized　the　house　from　top　to　bottom；　he　rubbed　his　hands；　a　broad　smile　overspread　his　features；　and　he　said　joyfully；　‘This　is　just　what　I　wanted！　Ah；　we　shall　get　on　together；　Mr　Fogg　and　I！　What　a　domestic　and　regular　gentleman！　A　real　machine；　well；　I　don't　mind　serving　a　machine。'　

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CHAPTER　III
IN　WHICH　A　CONVERSATION　TAKES　PLACE　WHICH　SEEMS　LIKELY　TO　COST　PHILEAS　FOGG　DEAR。
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Phileas　Fogg；　having　shut　the　door　of　his　house　at　half…past　eleven；　and　having　put　his　right　foot　before　his　le