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1IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND PASSEPARTOUT ACCEPT EACH OTHER, THE ONE AS MASTER, THE OTHER AS MAN Mr. Phileas Fogg lived, in
21872, at No. 7, Saville Row, Burlington Gardens, the house in which Sheridan died in 1814. He was one of the most
3noticeable members of the Reform Club, though he seemed always to avoid attracting attention; an enigmatical personage,
4about whom little was known, except that he was a polished man of the world. People said that he resembled Byron--at
5least that his head was Byronic; but he was a bearded, tranquil Byron, who might live on a thousand years without
6growing old. Certainly an Englishman, it was more doubtful whether Phileas Fogg was a Londoner. He was never seen on
7'Change, nor at the Bank, nor in the counting-rooms of the "City"; no ships ever came into London docks of which he was
8the owner; he had no public employment; he had never been entered at any of the Inns of Court, either at the Temple, or
9Lincoln's Inn, or Gray's Inn; nor had his voice ever resounded in the Court of Chancery, or in the Exchequer, or the
10Queen's Bench, or the Ecclesiastical Courts. He certainly was not a manufacturer; nor was he a merchant or a gentleman
11farmer. His name was strange to the scientific and learned societies, and he never was known to take part in the sage
12deliberations of the Royal Institution or the London Institution, the Artisan's Association, or the Institution of Arts
13and Sciences. He belonged, in fact, to none of the numerous societies which swarm in the English capital, from the
14Harmonic to that of the Entomologists, founded mainly for the purpose of abolishing pernicious insects. Phileas Fogg was
15a member of the Reform, and that was all. The way in which he got admission to this exclusive club was simple enough. He
16was recommended by the Barings, with whom he had an open credit. His cheques were regularly paid at sight from his
17account current, which was always flush. Was Phileas Fogg rich? Undoubtedly. But those who knew him best could not
18imagine how he had made his fortune, and Mr. Fogg was the last person to whom to apply for the information. He was not
19lavish, nor, on the contrary, avaricious; for, whenever he knew that money was needed for a noble, useful, or benevolent
20purpose, he supplied it quietly and sometimes anonymously. He was, in short, the least communicative of men. He talked
21very little, and seemed all the more mysterious for his taciturn manner. His daily habits were quite open to
22observation; but whatever he did was so exactly the same thing that he had always done before, that the wits of the
23curious were fairly puzzled. Had he travelled? It was likely, for no one seemed to know the world more familiarly; there
24was no spot so secluded that he did not appear to have an intimate acquaintance with it. He often corrected, with a few
25clear words, the thousand conjectures advanced by members of the club as to lost and unheard-of travellers, pointing out
26the true probabilities, and seeming as if gifted with a sort of second sight, so often did events justify his
27predictions. He must have travelled everywhere, at least in the spirit. It was at least certain that Phileas Fogg had
28not absented himself from London for many years. Those who were honoured by a better acquaintance with him than the
29rest, declared that nobody could pretend to have ever seen him anywhere else. His sole pastimes were reading the papers
30and playing whist. He often won at this game, which, as a silent one, harmonised with his nature; but his winnings never
31went into his purse, being reserved as a fund for his charities. Mr. Fogg played, not to win, but for the sake of
32playing. The game was in his eyes a contest, a struggle with a difficulty, yet a motionless, unwearying struggle,
33congenial to his tastes. Phileas Fogg was not known to have either wife or children, which may happen to the most honest
34people; either relatives or near friends, which is certainly more unusual. He lived alone in his house in Saville Row,
35whither none penetrated. A single domestic sufficed to serve him. He breakfasted and dined at the club, at hours
36mathematically fixed, in the same room, at the same table, never taking his meals with other members, much less bringing
37a guest with him; and went home at exactly midnight, only to retire at once to bed. He never used the cosy chambers
38which the Reform provides for its favoured members. He passed ten hours out of the twenty-four in Saville Row, either in
39sleeping or making his toilet. When he chose to take a walk it was with a regular step in the entrance hall with its
40mosaic flooring, or in the circular gallery with its dome supported by twenty red porphyry Ionic columns, and illumined
41by blue painted windows. When he breakfasted or dined all the resources of the club--its kitchens and pantries, its
42buttery and dairy--aided to crowd his table with their most succulent stores; he was served by the gravest waiters, in
43dress coats, and shoes with swan-skin soles, who proffered the viands in special porcelain, and on the finest linen;
44club decanters, of a lost mould, contained his sherry, his port, and his cinnamon-spiced claret; while his beverages
45were refreshingly cooled with ice, brought at great cost from the American lakes. If to live in this style is to be
46eccentric, it must be confessed that there is something good in eccentricity. The mansion in Saville Row, though not
47sumptuous, was exceedingly comfortable. The habits of its occupant were such as to demand but little from the sole
48domestic, but Phileas Fogg required him to be almost superhumanly prompt and regular. On this very 2nd of October he had
49dismissed James Forster, because that luckless youth had brought him shaving-water at eighty-four degrees Fahrenheit
50instead of eighty-six; and he was awaiting his successor, who was due at the house between eleven and half-past. Phileas
51Fogg was seated squarely in his armchair, his feet close together like those of a grenadier on parade, his hands resting
52on his knees, his body straight, his head erect; he was steadily watching a complicated clock which indicated the hours,
53the minutes, the seconds, the days, the months, and the years. At exactly half-past eleven Mr. Fogg would, according to
54his daily habit, quit Saville Row, and repair to the Reform. A rap at this moment sounded on the door of the cosy
55apartment where Phileas Fogg was seated, and James Forster, the dismissed servant, appeared. "The new servant," said he.
56A young man of thirty advanced and bowed. "You are a Frenchman, I believe," asked Phileas Fogg, "and your name is John?"
57"Jean, if monsieur pleases," replied the newcomer, "Jean Passepartout, a surname which has clung to me because I have a
58natural aptness for going out of one business into another. I believe I'm honest, monsieur, but, to be outspoken, I've
59had several trades. I've been an itinerant singer, a circus-rider, when I used to vault like Leotard, and dance on a
60rope 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
61sergeant fireman at Paris, and assisted at many a big fire. But I quitted France five years ago, and, wishing to taste
62the sweets of domestic life, took service as a valet here in England. Finding myself out of place, and hearing that
63Monsieur Phileas Fogg was the most exact and settled gentleman in the United Kingdom, I have come to monsieur in the
64hope of living with him a tranquil life, and forgetting even the name of Passepartout." "Passepartout suits me,"
65responded Mr. Fogg. "You are well recommended to me; I hear a good report of you. You know my conditions?" "Yes,
66monsieur." "Good! What time is it?" "Twenty-two minutes after eleven," returned Passepartout, drawing an enormous silver
67watch from the depths of his pocket. "You are too slow," said Mr. Fogg. "Pardon me, monsieur, it is impossible--" "You
68are four minutes too slow. No matter; it's enough to mention the error. Now from this moment, twenty-nine minutes after
69eleven, a.m., this Wednesday, 2nd October, you are in my service." Phileas Fogg got up, took his hat in his left hand,
70put it on his head with an automatic motion, and went off without a word. Passepartout heard the street door shut once;
71it was his new master going out. He heard it shut again; it was his predecessor, James Forster, departing in his turn.
72Passepartout remained alone in the house in Saville Row.
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