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Chapter XVIII
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG, PASSEPARTOUT, AND FIX GO EACH ABOU
T HIS BUSINESS
The weather was bad during the latter days of the voyage
. The wind, obstinately remaining in the north-west, blew a g
ale, 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 a
rose on the 3rd of November, the squall knocking the vessel a
bout with fury, and the waves running high. The Rangoon reefe
d all her sails, and even the rigging proved too much, whistl
ing and shaking amid the squall. The steamer was forced to pr
oceed slowly, and the captain estimated that she would reach
Hong Kong twenty hours behind time, and more if the storm las
ted.
Phileas Fogg gazed at the tempestuous sea, which seemed t
o be struggling especially to delay him, with his habitual tr
anquillity. He never changed countenance for an instant, thou
gh a delay of twenty hours, by making him too late for the Yo
kohama boat, would almost inevitably cause the loss of the wa
ger. But this man of nerve manifested neither impatience nor
annoyance; it seemed as if the storm were a part of his progr
amme, 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 t
he violence of wind and waves. Each delay filled him with hop
e, for it became more and more probable that Fogg would be ob
liged to remain some days at Hong Kong; and now the heavens t
hemselves became his allies, with the gusts and squalls. It m
attered not that they made him sea-sick--he made no account o
f this inconvenience; and, whilst his body was writhing under
their effects, his spirit bounded with hopeful exultation.
Passepartout was enraged beyond expression by the unpropi
tious weather. Everything had gone so well till now! Earth an
d sea had seemed to be at his master's service; steamers and
railways obeyed him; wind and steam united to speed his journ
ey. Had the hour of adversity come? Passepartout was as much
excited as if the twenty thousand pounds were to come from hi
s own pocket. The storm exasperated him, the gale made him fu
rious, and he longed to lash the obstinate sea into obedience
. Poor fellow! Fix carefully concealed from him his own satis
faction, for, had he betrayed it, Passepartout could scarcely
have restrained himself from personal violence.
Passepartout remained on deck as long as the tempest last
ed, being unable to remain quiet below, and taking it into hi
s 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 sort
s 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 have no intention of rising. Passepartout s
hook it, but with no perceptible effect; for neither shaking
nor maledictions could prevail upon it to change its mind.
On the 4th, however, the sea became more calm, and the st
orm lessened its violence; the wind veered southward, and was
once more favourable. Passepartout cleared up with the weath
er. Some of the sails were unfurled, and the Rangoon resumed
its most rapid speed. The time lost could not, however, be re
gained. Land was not signalled until five o'clock on the morn
ing of the 6th; the steamer was due on the 5th. Phileas Fogg
was twenty-four hours behind-hand, and the Yokohama steamer w
ould, of course, be missed.
The pilot went on board at six, and took his place on the
bridge, to guide the Rangoon through the channels to the por
t of Hong Kong. Passepartout longed to ask him if the steamer
had left for Yokohama; but he dared not, for he wished to pr
eserve the spark of hope, which still remained till the last
moment. He had confided his anxiety to Fix who--the sly rasca
l!--tried to console him by saying that Mr. Fogg would be in
time if he took the next boat; but this only put Passepartout
in a passion.
Mr. Fogg, bolder than his servant, did not hesitate to ap
proach the pilot, and tranquilly ask him if he knew when a st
eamer would leave Hong Kong for Yokohama.
"At high tide to-morrow morning," answered the pilot.
"Ah!" said Mr. Fogg, without betraying any astonishment.
Passepartout, who heard what passed, would willingly have
embraced the pilot, while Fix would have been glad to twist
his neck.
"What is the steamer's name?" asked Mr. Fogg. "The Carnat
ic."
"Ought she not to have gone yesterday?"
"Yes, sir; but they had to repair one of her boilers, and
so her departure was postponed till to-morrow."
"Thank you," returned Mr. Fogg, descending mathematically
to the saloon.
Passepartout clasped the pilot's hand and shook it hearti
ly in his delight, exclaiming, "Pilot, you are the best of go
od fellows!"
The pilot probably does not know to this day why his resp
onses won him this enthusiastic greeting. He remounted the br
idge, and guided the steamer through the flotilla of junks, t
ankas, and fishing boats which crowd the harbour of Hong Kong
.
At one o'clock the Rangoon was at the quay, and the passe
ngers were going ashore.
Chance had strangely favoured Phileas Fogg, for had not t
he Carnatic been forced to lie over for repairing her boilers
, she would have left on the 6th of November, and the passeng
ers for Japan would have been obliged to await for a week the
sailing of the next steamer. Mr. Fogg was, it is true, twent
y-four hours behind his time; but this could not seriously im
peril the remainder of his tour.
The steamer which crossed the Pacific from Yokohama to Sa
n Francisco made a direct connection with that from Hong Kong
, and it could not sail until the latter reached Yokohama; an
d if Mr. Fogg was twenty-four hours late on reaching Yokohama
, this time would no doubt be easily regained in the voyage o
f twenty-two days across the Pacific. He found himself, then,
about twenty-four hours behind-hand, thirty-five days after
leaving London.
The Carnatic was announced to leave Hong Kong at five the
next morning. Mr. Fogg had sixteen hours in which to attend
to his business there, which was to deposit Aouda safely with
her wealthy relative.
On landing, he conducted her to a palanquin, in which the
y repaired to the Club Hotel. A room was engaged for the youn
g woman, and Mr. Fogg, after seeing that she wanted for nothi
ng, set out in search of her cousin Jeejeeh. He instructed Pa
ssepartout to remain at the hotel until his return, that Aoud
a might not be left entirely alone.
Mr. Fogg repaired to the Exchange, where, he did not doub
t, every one would know so wealthy and considerable a persona
ge as the Parsee merchant. Meeting a broker, he made the inqu
iry, to learn that Jeejeeh had left China two years before, a
nd, retiring from business with an immense fortune, had taken
up his residence in Europe--in Holland the broker thought, w
ith the merchants of which country he had principally traded.
Phileas Fogg returned to the hotel, begged a moment's conver
sation with Aouda, and without more ado, apprised her that Je
ejeeh was no longer at Hong Kong, but probably in Holland.
Aouda at first said nothing. She passed her hand across h
er forehead, and reflected a few moments. Then, in her sweet,
soft voice, she said: "What ought I to do, Mr. Fogg?"
"It is very simple," responded the gentleman. "Go on to E
urope."
"But I cannot intrude--"
"You do not intrude, nor do you in the least embarrass my
project. Passepartout!"
"Monsieur."
"Go to the Carnatic, and engage three cabins."
Passepartout, delighted that the young woman, who was ver
y gracious to him, was going to continue the journey with the
m, went off at a brisk gait to obey his master's order.
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