Around the World in 80 Days
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG, PASSEPARTOUT, AND FIX GO EACH ABOUT HIS
The weather was bad during the latter days of the voyage. The wind, obstinately
remaining in the north-west, blew a gale, and retarded the steamer. The Rangoon rolled
heavily and the passengers became impatient of the long, monstrous waves which the
wind raised before their path. A sort of tempest arose on the 3rd of November, the squall
knocking the vessel about with fury, and the waves running high. The Rangoon reefed all
her sails, and even the rigging proved too much, whistling and shaking amid the squall.
The steamer was forced to proceed slowly, and the captain estimated that she would
reach Hong Kong twenty hours behind time, and more if the storm lasted.
Phileas Fogg gazed at the tempestuous sea, which seemed to be struggling especially to
delay him, with his habitual tranquillity. He never changed countenance for an instant,
though a delay of twenty hours, by making him too late for the Yokohama boat, would
almost inevitably cause the loss of the wager. But this man of nerve manifested neither
impatience nor annoyance; it seemed as if the storm were a part of his programme, and
had been foreseen. Aouda was amazed to find him as calm as he had been from the first
time she saw him.
Fix did not look at the state of things in the same light. The storm greatly pleased him.
His satisfaction would have been complete had the Rangoon been forced to retreat before
the violence of wind and waves. Each delay filled him with hope, for it became more and
more probable that Fogg would be obliged to remain some days at Hong Kong; and now
the heavens themselves became his allies, with the gusts and squalls. It mattered not that
they made him sea-sick--he made no account of this inconvenience; and, whilst his body
was writhing under their effects, his spirit bounded with hopeful exultation.
Passepartout was enraged beyond expression by the unpropitious weather. Everything
had gone so well till now! Earth and sea had seemed to be at his master's service;
steamers and railways obeyed him; wind and steam united to speed his journey. Had the
hour of adversity come? Passepartout was as much excited as if the twenty thousand
pounds were to come from his own pocket. The storm exasperated him, the gale made
him furious, and he longed to lash the obstinate sea into obedience. Poor fellow! Fix
carefully concealed from him his own satisfaction, for, had he betrayed it, Passepartout
could scarcely have restrained himself from personal violence.
Passepartout remained on deck as long as the tempest lasted, being unable to remain quiet
below, and taking it into his head to aid the progress of the ship by lending a hand with
the crew. He overwhelmed the captain, officers, and sailors, who could not help laughing
at his impatience, with all sorts of questions. He wanted to know exactly how long the
storm was going to last; whereupon he was referred to the barometer, which seemed to