Part 3 (1/2)
By eight o'clock Passepartout had packed thethe wardrobes of his master and himself; then, still troubled in mind, he carefully shut the door of his roo was quite ready Under his arht have been observed a red-bound copy of Bradshaw's Continental Railway Stea the arrival and departure of stea, opened it, and slipped into it a goodly roll of Bank of England notes, which would pass wherever he ?” asked he
”Nothing, monsieur”
”My mackintosh and cloak?”
”Here they are”
”Good! Take this carpet-bag,” handing it to Passepartout ”Take good care of it, for there are twenty thousand pounds in it”
Passepartout nearly dropped the bag, as if the twenty thousand pounds were in gold, and weighed him down
Master and man then descended, the street-door was double-locked, and at the end of Saville Row they took a cab and drove rapidly to Charing Cross The cab stopped before the railway station at twenty ht Passepartout ju the cabar-woman, with a child in her arms, her naked feet smeared witha tattered feather, and her shoulders shrouded in a ragged shawl, approached, andtook out the twenty guineas he had just won at whist, and handed thelad that I met you;” and passed on
Passepartout had a moist sensation about the eyes; his master's action touched his susceptible heart
Two first-class tickets for Paris having been speedily purchased, Mr
Fogg was crossing the station to the train, when he perceived his five friends of the Reforentlemen,” said he, ”I'm off, you see; and, if you will exae whether I have accoreed upon”
”Oh, that would be quite unnecessary, Mr Fogg,” said Ralph politely
”We will trust your word, as a gentleet when you are due in London again?” asked Stuart
”In eighty days; on Saturday, the 21st of Deceentle and his servant seated thee at twenty minutes before nine; five lided out of the station
The night was dark, and a fine, steady rain was falling Phileas Fogg, snugly ensconced in his corner, did not open his lips Passepartout, not yet recovered fro, with its enorh Sydenham, Passepartout suddenly uttered a cry of despair
”What's the ot--”
”What?”
”To turn off the gas in , coolly; ”it will burn--at your expense”