Part 35 (1/2)
”I have no friends, er 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,his hand, ”do you wish at once a kinswog, at this, rose in his turn There was an unwonted light in his eyes, and a slight tre of his lips Aouda looked into his face The sincerity, rectitude, firlance 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 theain, ”I love you!” he said, simply ”Yes, by all that is holiest, I love you, and I a his hand to her heart
Passepartout was su still held Aouda's hand in his own; Passepartout understood, and his big, round face becag asked him if it was not too late to notify the Reverend Sa
Passepartout senial smile, and said, ”Never too late”
It was five ht
”Will it be for to-, 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 tilish public opinion when it transpired that the real bankrobber, a certain James Strand, had been arrested, on the 17th day of Dece had been a cri desperately followed up by the police; noas an honourable gentle his eccentric journey round the world
The papers resuer; all those who had laid bets, for or against hi bonds” again beca's nae
His five friends of the Reform Club passed these three days in a state of feverish suspense Would Phileas Fogg, whootten, reappear before their eyes! Where was he at this moment? The 17th of December, the day of Ja'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 Dece, on the threshold of the Reform Club saloon?
The anxiety in which, for three days, London society existed, cannot be described Telegra Messengers were dispatched to the house in Saville Row norant what had become of the detective, Fix, who had so unfortunately followed up a false scent
Bets increased, nevertheless, in nu 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 Albereat croas 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 exciteonists of Phileas Fogg had reat saloon of the club John Sullivan and Saineer, Gauthier Ralph, the director of the Bank of England, and Thoan, the brewer, one and all waited anxiously
When the clock indicated twenty , ”Gentle and ourselves will have expired”
”What time did the last train arrive froan