Chapter 34 Chapter XXXV Passepartout Immediately Executes His Master's Orders

The inhabitants of Severe Street would have been very surprised the next day if they had been told that Mr. Fogg had gone home.As the doors and windows remained closed, nothing seemed to change outside.In fact, Phileas Fogg, after leaving the station, sent Passepartout to buy something to eat, and went straight home with Lady Aouda. The gentleman suffered the blow as calmly as ever.He's down!It's all the fault of that stupid detective!He made steady progress on this long journey, he cleared countless obstacles, experienced countless dangers, and found time to do some good deeds along the way, but just when he was done, he encountered this sudden disaster, It made him completely defeated and out of control. Such an ending is too terrible!He had taken so much money with him when he left London that there was only a little left.All his property consisted of twenty thousand pounds deposited with the Baring brothers.And the £20,000 was to be paid to the members of the Reform Club.According to the amount of money he spent on the trip, even if he won the bet, he would not make any money.It was evident that Mr. Fogg did not bet for money, but for honour; but to lose this time would have ruined him, and besides, the gentleman's fate was now sealed.He knew exactly how he was going to handle the aftermath.

Mrs. Aouda lived in a house specially prepared for her by Mr. Fogg in Savile Street.She was sorry, for she had learned from some of Mr. Fogg's words that he was contemplating a sad plan. In fact, we know that a solitary Englishman like him, when his mind sometimes gets into a corner, chooses a very miserable way out.Therefore, Passepartout pretended to be indifferent on the surface, but secretly paid attention to his master all the time.However, this faithful young man went back to his room first, turned off the gas tap that had been on for 80 days, and got a gas company payment notice in the mailbox.He felt that this should be the end of the gas bill that should be paid by him.

The night passed.Mr. Fogg also fell asleep as usual.Whether he fell asleep, though, is doubtful.And Lady Aouda could not sleep a moment, and Passepartout, like a dog, guarded the door of his master's room for fear of accidents. Mr. Fogg called Passepartout the next morning, and gave him very simple orders to prepare Lady Aouda's lunch, requiring only a cup of tea and a slice of toast for himself.Lady Aouda didn't complain at all that he couldn't have lunch and dinner with her, because he had to take care of some business all the time.He wasn't going downstairs all day, but he hoped that Lady Aouda would talk to him tonight.

Passepartout accepted the master's instructions, and the work schedule for this day has already been scheduled, and all he needs to do is follow through.He looked at the master who was always expressionless, and he didn't want to leave the master's room yet.This irreparable disaster weighed heavily on his heart; his conscience was troubled, and he could not stop hating himself.No!If he had told Mr. Fogg of Detective Fix's plot, if he had revealed it to his master, Mr. Fogg would never have taken the detective to Liverpool, and so would not have... Passepartout could hardly stand it.

"My lord! Mr. Fogg!" he cried, "you scold me! It's all my fault..." "I blame no one," said Phileas Fogg, in a tone of great composure; "you go." Passepartout left the master's room, met Lady Aouda, conveyed to her Mr. Fogg's words, and then continued: "Madame, I can't help myself! I can't have any influence on his feelings, maybe you can..." "What influence can I have on him?" said Lady Aouda. "Mr. Fogg is not at all affected by me! Does he know how grateful I am to him? He knows me." My friend, go home! Don't leave him for a moment. Do you think he wants to talk to me this evening?"

"Yes, ma'am, I think it must be to consult with you about your future stay in England." "Well," said Lady Aouda, apparently lost in thought. This Sunday, the house in Savile Street has been so silent all day, as if no one lived in it.For the first time since he had taken up residence in the house, Phileas Fogg was not at the club when the clock in the Capitol clock tower struck eleven-thirty. What is this gentleman doing at the Reform Club?His colleagues were no longer there waiting for him.For last night was Saturday, at eight forty-five on the fateful 21st of December, Phileas Fogg had not returned to the hall of the Reform Club, and his bet had been lost.He would no longer have to go to Baring Brothers to withdraw his twenty thousand pounds.His opponents had a check signed by him, and the twenty thousand pounds were transferred to their accounts with a simple transfer at Baring Brothers.

Since it was not necessary for Mr. Fogg to go out, he did not go out.He stayed in his room and arranged his own affairs.Passepartout was busy up and down in the house in the Rue Saville.The lad felt that time was passing too slowly.He will be at the door of his master's room in a moment to listen.He reminded himself not to be negligent!He peeped in through the keyhole, and he thought it was his fault!Passepartout was constantly apprehensive of some misfortune.Sometimes he thought of Fix again.However, his opinion of Fix was also changed now, and he no longer hated the police agent.For Fix was misunderstood, as others misunderstood Phileas Fogg.He follows Mr. Fogg, and arrests him, just as he does his duty; but what am I, Passepartout? . . . the thought made him die of agony.He felt that he was the biggest sinner.At last, Passepartout felt that it was too painful to be alone, so he knocked on Mrs. Aouda's door. He entered her room, sat in the corner without saying a word, and looked at Mrs. Aouda who was so preoccupied. .About half-past seven, Mr. Fogg called Passepartout to ask Mrs. Aouda if he could receive him now. After a while, Mrs. Aouda and Mr. Fogg were alone in the room.

Phileas Fogg sat facing Lady Aouda in a chair by the fire.There was no excitement on his face.The Fokker who returned from the trip was exactly the same as the Fokker who set out from London, still so serene and calm. He sat there without saying a word for five minutes.Finally, he looked up at Lady Aouda and said: "Madam, will you forgive me for bringing you to England?" "I, Mr. Fogg!..." Mrs. Aouda suppressed her heart that was beating violently, and replied. "Please listen to me," said Mr. Fogg. "I was a rich man when I decided to take you out of that very dangerous place for you. I was going to take my Part of the property will be distributed to you. Then your life will be very comfortable and happy. But now, I am bankrupt."

"I know that, Mr. Fogg," said the young lady, "let me ask you a question: God knows, it may be that I have dragged you on the road, delayed you, and bankrupted you. Can you forgive me?" "Ma'am, you can't stay in India. Only if you leave those fanatical religious believers, they won't catch you again, and your safety can be guaranteed." "But, you, Mr. Fogg, you have saved me from a dreadful death, and you are not satisfied. You still insist on giving me a stable life in a foreign country." "Yes, ma'am," said Mr. Fogg, "however, things have turned quite contrary to my subjective wishes. At present I have only a small property left, and I ask you to agree to accept it as your future. living expenses."

"But what about you, Mr. Fogg, what will you do next?" said Mrs. Aouda. "I, madam," said the gentleman calmly, "I want nothing." "But, sir, how do you deal with your present situation?" "Do as you please," replied Mr. Fogg. "But," said Lady Aouda, "a man like you is not without a way out. Your friends should..." "I have no friends, ma'am." "Have you no other relatives..." "I don't have any relatives anymore." "Then I am sorry for you, Mr. Fogg, for loneliness is painful. Have you no one to share your pain with? But it is often said that a burden is like a burden, and it is better to share it than to bear it alone. "

"Yes, ma'am, there is that word." "Mr. Fogg," continued Mrs. Aouda, now standing up and offering her hand to Mr. Fogg, "would you like me to be your friend and your kinsman at the same time? Would you like me to be your kinsman?" wife?" After hearing these words, Mr. Fogg also stood up.His eyes shone with an unusual brilliance, and his lips quivered.Lady Aouda looked at him with sincerity, frankness, firmness, and tenderness in the charming eyes of this noble lady.Lady Aouda would do anything to save the gentleman who had gone through fire and water for her.Her affectionate glance at first surprised Mr. Fogg, and then it drenched his whole being.Fogg's eyes closed for a moment, as if to avoid her beautiful gaze, so that they would not go any further... When he opened them again, he said: "I love you!" he said simply, "yes, to tell the truth, I would like to say to you in the presence of God, the holiest in the world: I love you, I am all yours!" "Oh!..." Mrs. Aouda pressed her hand to her heart and said excitedly. Passepartout heard a bell ringing for him, and he entered at once.Mr. Fogg was still holding Mrs. Aouda's hand.Passepartout knew it already, and his big face was as round, red, and bright as the sunset on a tropical horizon with joy. Mr. Fogg asked Passepartout if it was not too late for the Abbe Samuel Wilson to be called to Marie-le-Bone. Passepartout was so delighted that he could hardly shut his lips. "It's never too late!" he said. "Tomorrow, Monday, then, shall we?" said Mr. Fogg, looking at Mrs. Aouda. "Tomorrow, Monday!" replied Mrs. Aouda. Passepartout hurried out.