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atic； with a clear eye； Mr Fogg seemed a perfect type of that English composure which Angelica Kauffmann has so skilfully represented on canvas。 Seen in the various phases of his daily life； he gave the idea of being perfectly well…balanced； as exactly regulated as a Leroy chronometer。 Phileas Fogg was； indeed； exactitude personified； and this was betrayed even in the expression of his very hands and feet； for in men； as well as in animals； the limbs themselves are expressive of the passions。
He was so exact that he was never in a hurry； was always ready； and was economical alike of his steps and his motions。 He never took one step too many； and always went to his destination by the shortest cut； he made no superfluous gestures； and was never seen to be moved or agitated。 He was the most deliberate person in the world； yet always reached his destination at the exact moment。
He lived alone； and so to speak； outside of every social relation； and as he knew that in this world account must be taken of friction； and that friction retards； he never rubbed against anybody。
As for Passepartout； he was a true Parisian of Paris。 Since he had abandoned his own country for England； taking service as a valet； he had in vain searched for a master after his own heart。 Passepartout was by no means one of those pert dunces depicted by Molière； with a bold gaze and a nose held high in the air； he was an honest fellow； with a pleasant face； lips a trifle protruding； soft … mannered and serviceable； with a good round head； such as one likes to see on the shoulders of a friend。 His eyes were blue； his complexion rubicund； his figure almost portly and well … built； his body muscular； and his physical powers fully developed by the exercises of his younger days。 His brown hair was somewhat tumbled； for while the ancient sculptors are said to have known eighteen methods of arranging Minerva's tresses； Passepartout was familiar with but one of dressing his own： three strokes of a large … tooth comb completed his toilet。
It would be rash to predict how Passepartout's lively nature would agree with Mr Fogg。 It was impossible to tell whether the new servant would turn out as absolutely methodical as his master required； experience alone could solve the question。 Passepartout had been a sort of vagrant in his early years； and now yearned for repose； but so far he had failed to find it； though he had already served in ten English houses。 But he could not take root in any of these； with chagrin he found his masters invariably whimsical and irregular； constantly running about the country； or on the look…out for adventure。 His last master； young Lord Longferry； Member of Parliament； after passing his nights in the Haymarket taverns； was too often brought home in the morning on policemen's shoulders。 Passepartout； desirous of respecting the gentleman whom he served； ventured a mild remonstrance on such conduct； which being ill…received； he took his leave。 Hearing that Mr Phileas Fogg was looking for a servant； and that his life was one of unbroken regularity； that he neither travelled nor stayed from home overnight； he felt sure that this would be the place he was after。 He presented himself； and was accepted； as has been seen。
At half…past eleven； then； Passepartout found himself alone in the house in Saville Row。 He began its inspection without delay； scouring it from cellar to garret。 So clean； well…arranged； solemn a mansion pleased him； it seemed to him like a snail's shell； lighted and warmed by gas； which sufficed for both these purposes。 When Passepartout reached the second storey he recognized at once the room which he was to inhabit； and he was well satisfied with it。 Electric bells and speaking tubes afforded communication with the lower stories； while on the mantel stood an electric clock； precisely like that in Mr Fogg's bedchamber； both beating the same second at the same instant。 ‘That's good； that'll do；' said Passepartout to himself。
He suddenly observed； hung over the clock； a card which； upon inspection； proved to be a programme of the daily routine of the house。 It comprised all that was required of the servant； from eight in the morning； exactly at which hour Phileas Fogg rose； till half…past eleven； when he left the house for the Reform Club； … all the details of service； the tea and toast at twenty…three minutes past eight； the shaving…water at thirty…seven minutes past nine； and the toilet at twenty minutes before ten。 Everything was regulated and foreseen that was to be done from half…past eleven a。m。 till midnight； the hour at which the methodical gentleman retired。
Mr Fogg's wardrobe was amply supplied and in the best taste。 Each pair of trousers； coat； and vest bore a number； indicating the time of year and season at which they were in turn to be laid out for wearing； and the same system was applied to the master's shoes。 In short； the house in Saville Row； which must have been a very temple of disorder and unrest under the illustrious but dissipated Sheridan； was cosiness； comfort； and method idealized。 There was no study； nor were there books； which would have been quite useless to Mr Fogg； for at the Reform two libraries； one of general literature and the other of law and politics； were at his service。 A moderate sized safe stood in his bedroom； constructed so as to defy fire as well as burglars； but Passepartout found neither arms nor hunting weapons anywhere； everything betrayed the most tranquil and peaceable habits。
Having scrutinized the house from top to bottom； he rubbed his hands； a broad smile overspread his features； and he said joyfully； ‘This is just what I wanted！ Ah； we shall get on together； Mr Fogg and I！ What a domestic and regular gentleman！ A real machine； well； I don't mind serving a machine。'
CHAPTER III
IN WHICH A CONVERSATION TAKES PLACE WHICH SEEMS LIKELY TO COST PHILEAS FOGG DEAR。
Phileas Fogg； having shut the door of his house at half…past eleven； and having put his right foot before his left five hundred and seventy…five times； and his left foot before his right five hundred and seventy…six times； reached the Reform Club； an imposing edifice in Pall Mall； which could not have cost less than three millions。 He repaired at once to the dining…room； the nine windows of which open upon a tasteful garden； where the trees were already gilded with an autumn colouring； and took his place at the habitual table； the cover of which had already been laid for him。 His breakfast consisted of a side…dish； a broiled fish with Reading sauce； a scarlet slice of roast beef garnished with mushrooms； a rhubarb and gooseberry tart； and a morsel of Cheshire cheese； the whole being washed down with several cups of tea； for which the Reform is famous。 He rose at thirteen minutes to one； and directed his steps towards the large hall； a sumptuous apartment adorned with lavishly…framed paintings。 A flunkey handed him an uncut Times； which he proceeded to cut with a skill which betrayed familiarity with this delicate operation。 The perusal of this paper absorbed Phileas Fogg until a quarter before four； whilst the Standard； his next task； occupied him till the dinner hour。 Dinner passed as breakfast had done； and Mr Fogg reappeared in the reading…room and sat down to the Pall Mall at twenty minutes before six。 Half…an…hour later several members of the Reform came in and drew up to the fireplace； where a coal fire was steadily burning。 They were Mr Fogg's usual partners at whist： Andrew Stuart； an engineer； John Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin； bankers； Thomas Flanagan； a brewer； and Gauthier Ralph； one of the Directors of the Bank of England； … all rich and highly respectable personages； even in a club which comprises the princes of English trade and finance。
‘Well； Ralph；' said Thomas Flanagan； ‘what about that robbery？'
‘Oh；' replied Stuart； ‘the bank will lose the money。'
‘On the contrary；' broke in Ralph； ‘I hope we may put our hands on the robber。 Skilful detectives have been sent to all the principal ports of America and the Continent； and he'll be a clever fellow if he slips through their fingers。'
‘But have you got the robber's description？' asked Stuart。
‘In the first place he is no robber at all；' returned Ralph； positively。
‘What！ a fellow who makes off with fifty … five thousand pounds； no robber？'
‘No。'
‘Perhaps he's a manufacturer； then。'
‘The Daily Telegraph says that he is a gentleman。'
It was Phileas Fogg； whose head now emerged from behind his newspapers； who made this remark。 He bowed to his friends； and entered into the conversation。 The affair which formed its subject； and which was town talk； had occurred three days before at the Bank of England。 A package of bank…notes； to the value of fifty…five thousand pounds； had been taken from the principal cashier's table； that functionary being at the moment engaged in registering the receipt of three shillings and sixpence。 Of course he could not have his eyes everywhere。 Let it be observed that the Bank of England reposes a touching confidence in the honesty of the public。 There are neither guards nor gratings to protect its treasures； gold； silver； bank…notes are freely exposed； at the merry of the first comer。 A keen observer of Engl