Chapter 4 CHAPTER IV Phileas Fogg stunned Passepartout

Mr. Fogg won some twenty guineas at cards this time.At twenty-five past seven he said good-bye to his distinguished congregation and left the Reform Club.At 7:50, he opened the door of his house and returned home. Passepartout had studied his schedule very carefully.It was very strange to see Mr. Fogg come home early, because according to the list of precautions, the gentleman who lived in Savile Street was supposed to be home at twelve o'clock in the evening. Mr. Fogg first went upstairs to his room, and then called: "Passeduct!" Passepartout did not answer; he should not have been called now, for it was not yet time.

"Pasepartout," cried Mr. Fogg again, but this time no louder than before. Passepartout entered. "I've called you twice," said Mr. Fogg. "But it is not yet twelve o'clock at night," replied Passepartout, looking at the watch he held in his hand. "I know," said M. Fogg, "I do not reproach you. In ten minutes we shall start for Duvoles and Calais." There was a look of embarrassment on the round face of the Frenchman.Evidently he thought he had misheard, and asked: "Sir, are you going away?" "Yes," replied Mr. Fogg, "we're going to go round the world."

Passepartout's eyes were wide open, his eyebrows and eyelids were turned up, his arms were drooping, his whole body was limp and paralyzed, and all the strange phenomena of surprise were manifested in him. "Ring-swim-ground-ball?!" he muttered. "Yes, round the world in eighty days," replied Mr. Fogg, "so we must not lose a minute now." "But where is our luggage?" said Passepartout, shaking his head from side to side. "You don't need any luggage, just bring a travel bag. Put two woolen sweaters and three pairs of socks in it. After we set off, I will buy another set for you on the way. You go and take my raincoat and travel blanket Here. You ought to have a good pair of shoes, for we seldom, if ever, walk. Come on, go!"

Passepartout wanted to say something, but could not.He left Fogg's room and returned to his own room, sat down on the chair, and said to himself a common Parisian saying: "Okay, this is really bad, I still plan to live a stable life!" He mechanically made preparations before departure.It takes eighty days to go around the earth!Am I dealing with a madman?Couldn't be true... he was probably joking?To go to Duvres, well, to Calais, yes, in short, to travel, and the good boy is not very opposed to it.For five years, he has not set foot on the land of his motherland.Maybe he will go to Paris this time. Of course, he is very happy to see the capital of France again. This gentleman who never likes to walk much will definitely stop in Paris.Yes, he really doesn't like to walk a lot, but this time he really wants to go on a long trip.

At eight o'clock Passepartout had ready the simple bag, containing his own and the master's clothes.Then, disturbedly, he left his room, locked the door carefully, and went to Mr. Fogg. Mr. Fogg was also ready, with under his arm a copy of Bradshaw's General Guide to Continental Railway and Steamship Transportation, which would give him all the directions and instructions he could need for his journey.He took the travel bag from Passepartout, opened the bag, and stuffed in a large stack of colorful banknotes, which can be used all over the world. "Did you do everything you need to do? Did you forget anything?"

"Nothing is forgotten, sir." "Where's my raincoat and traveling blanket?" "Well, here it is." "Excellent, take this bag." Mr. Fogg handed the bag to Passepartout, and said to him, "You must be careful when you hold it. There are twenty thousand pounds in it." The traveling bag almost fell out of Passepartout's hand, as if it really contained twenty thousand pounds of gold, and it looked very heavy. The two masters and servants walked out of the gate like this, and added two locks on the door. At the end of Sai Wei Le Street, there is a horse station.Mr. Fogg and his servant got into a carriage and drove off to Caroline Cross Station.This station is the terminus of the Southeast Railway branch line.

At 8:20, the carriage stopped in front of the iron fence of the station.Passepartout jumped down first, and his master followed him, and paid the fare.At this time, a beggar woman came over, holding a child in her hands, with bare feet covered with mud, and wearing a dilapidated hat with a sad feather stuck in it. She wore a ragged shawl over her ragged clothes.She approaches Mr Fogg and asks him for money.Fogg took out the twenty guineas he had just won from playing cards from his pocket, and gave them all to the beggar woman. "Take it, good man," said he, "I am glad to see you."

Mr. Fogg gave the money and left.At this moment Passepartout felt as if tears welled up in his eyes, and felt a greater respect for his master.Fogg and Passepartout immediately went into the station hall, where Fogg sent Passepartout to buy two first-class tickets to Paris.Then Fogg turned and saw the five members of the Reform Club.Fogg then said to them: "Gentlemen, I'm about to leave. When I come back, you can check my itinerary based on the visa stamps in my passport." "Well, Mr. Fogg, there is no need to check," said Gogger Weak, politely, "we trust you to be a man of faith."

"It's better to have proof than to have no proof," Fogg said. "You haven't forgotten when you're due back?" Andrew Stuart reminded him. "Be back in eighty days," replied Fogg, "that is, on Saturday, December 21, 1872, at eight forty-five in the evening. Good-bye, gentlemen." At eight forty, Mr. Fogg sat down in a carriage with his servant, and at eight forty-five the whistle blew, and the train departed. The night was dark and it was drizzling outside.Mr. Fogg sat quietly in his seat.Passepartout was still a little dazed, he just mechanically squeezed the travel bag containing the banknotes.

But when the train had not reached Sydenham, Passepartout suddenly gave a cry of despair. "What's the matter with you?" Fogg asked hurriedly. "Because...because...in the rush...I forgot..." "Forgot what?" "Forgot to turn off the gas in my house." "Oh, my boy," said Mr. Fogg dryly, "you will pay for the gas."