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Around the World in 80 Days

Chapter 20
While these events were passing at the opium-house, Mr. Fogg, unconscious of the
danger he was in of losing the steamer, was quietly escorting Aouda about the streets of
the English quarter, making the necessary purchases for the long voyage before them. It
was all very well for an Englishman like Mr. Fogg to make the tour of the world with a
carpet-bag; a lady could not be expected to travel comfortably under such conditions. He
acquitted his task with characteristic serenity, and invariably replied to the remonstrances
of his fair companion, who was confused by his patience and generosity:
"It is in the interest of my journey--a part of my programme."
The purchases made, they returned to the hotel, where they dined at a sumptuously served
table-d'hote; after which Aouda, shaking hands with her protector after the English
fashion, retired to her room for rest. Mr. Fogg absorbed himself throughout the evening
in the perusal of The Times and Illustrated London News.
Had he been capable of being astonished at anything, it would have been not to see his
servant return at bedtime. But, knowing that the steamer was not to leave for Yokohama
until the next morning, he did not disturb himself about the matter. When Passepartout
did not appear the next morning to answer his master's bell, Mr. Fogg, not betraying the
least vexation, contented himself with taking his carpet-bag, calling Aouda, and sending
for a palanquin.
It was then eight o'clock; at half-past nine, it being then high tide, the Carnatic would
leave the harbour. Mr. Fogg and Aouda got into the palanquin, their luggage being
brought after on a wheelbarrow, and half an hour later stepped upon the quay whence
they were to embark. Mr. Fogg then learned that the Carnatic had sailed the evening
before. He had expected to find not only the steamer, but his domestic, and was forced to
give up both; but no sign of disappointment appeared on his face, and he merely
remarked to Aouda, "It is an accident, madam; nothing more."
At this moment a man who had been observing him attentively approached. It was Fix,
who, bowing, addressed Mr. Fogg: "Were you not, like me, sir, a passenger by the
Rangoon, which arrived yesterday?"
"I was, sir," replied Mr. Fogg coldly. "But I have not the honour--"
"Pardon me; I thought I should find your servant here."
"Do you know where he is, sir?" asked Aouda anxiously.
"What!" responded Fix, feigning surprise. "Is he not with you?"