**IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG, PASSEPARTOUT, AND FIX GO EACH ABOUT HIS BUSINESS**
The weather was bad during the latter days of the voyage. The wind,
obstinately remaining in the north-west, blew a gale, and retarded th_teamer. The Rangoon rolled heavily and the passengers became impatient of th_ong, monstrous waves which the wind raised before their path. A sort o_empest arose on the 3rd of November, the squall knocking the vessel abou_ith fury, and the waves running high. The Rangoon reefed all her sails, an_ven the rigging proved too much, whistling and shaking amid the squall. Th_teamer was forced to proceed slowly, and the captain estimated that she woul_each Hong Kong twenty hours behind time, and more if the storm lasted.
Phileas Fogg gazed at the tempestuous sea, which seemed to be strugglin_specially to delay him, with his habitual tranquillity. He never change_ountenance for an instant, though a delay of twenty hours, by making him to_ate for the Yokohama boat, would almost inevitably cause the loss of th_ager. But this man of nerve manifested neither impatience nor annoyance; i_eemed 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 sh_aw him.
Fix did not look at the state of things in the same light. The storm greatl_leased him. His satisfaction would have been complete had the Rangoon bee_orced to retreat before the violence of wind and waves. Each delay filled hi_ith hope, for it became more and more probable that Fogg would be obliged t_emain some days at Hong Kong; and now the heavens themselves became hi_llies, 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 wa_rithing 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 hi_aster's service; steamers and railways obeyed him; wind and steam united t_peed his journey. Had the hour of adversity come? Passepartout was as muc_xcited as if the twenty thousand pounds were to come from his own pocket. Th_torm exasperated him, the gale made him furious, and he longed to lash th_bstinate sea into obedience. Poor fellow! Fix carefully concealed from hi_is own satisfaction, for, had he betrayed it, Passepartout could scarcel_ave restrained himself from personal violence.
Passepartout remained on deck as long as the tempest lasted, being unable t_emain quiet below, and taking it into his head to aid the progress of th_hip 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 o_uestions. 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 intentio_f rising. Passepartout shook it, but with no perceptible effect; for neithe_haking nor maledictions could prevail upon it to change its mind.
On the 4th, however, the sea became more calm, and the storm lessened it_iolence; the wind veered southward, and was once more favourable.
Passepartout cleared up with the weather. Some of the sails were unfurled, an_he Rangoon resumed its most rapid speed. The time lost could not, however, b_egained. Land was not signalled until five o'clock on the morning of the 6th;
the steamer was due on the 5th. Phileas Fogg was twenty-four hours behind-
hand, and the Yokohama steamer would, of course, be missed.
The pilot went on board at six, and took his place on the bridge, to guide th_angoon through the channels to the port of Hong Kong. Passepartout longed t_sk him if the steamer had left for Yokohama; but he dared not, for he wishe_o preserve the spark of hope, which still remained till the last moment. H_ad confided his anxiety to Fix who—the sly rascal!—tried to console him b_aying that Mr. Fogg would be in time if he took the next boat; but this onl_ut Passepartout in a passion.
Mr. Fogg, bolder than his servant, did not hesitate to approach the pilot, an_ranquilly ask him if he knew when a steamer would leave Hong Kong fo_okohama.
"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.
"Ought she not to have gone yesterday?"
"Yes, sir; but they had to repair one of her boilers, and so her departure wa_ostponed till to-morrow."
"Thank you," returned Mr. Fogg, descending mathematically to the saloon.
Passepartout clasped the pilot's hand and shook it heartily in his delight,
exclaiming, "Pilot, you are the best of good fellows!"
The pilot probably does not know to this day why his responses won him thi_nthusiastic greeting. He remounted the bridge, and guided the steamer throug_he flotilla of junks, tankas, and fishing boats which crowd the harbour o_ong Kong.
At one o'clock the Rangoon was at the quay, and the passengers were goin_shore.
Chance had strangely favoured Phileas Fogg, for had not the Carnatic bee_orced to lie over for repairing her boilers, she would have left on the 6t_f November, and the passengers for Japan would have been obliged to await fo_ week the sailing of the next steamer. Mr. Fogg was, it is true, twenty-fou_ours behind his time; but this could not seriously imperil the remainder o_is tour.
The steamer which crossed the Pacific from Yokohama to San Francisco made _irect connection with that from Hong Kong, and it could not sail until th_atter reached Yokohama; and if Mr. Fogg was twenty-four hours late o_eaching Yokohama, this time would no doubt be easily regained in the voyag_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 t_eposit Aouda safely with her wealthy relative.
On landing, he conducted her to a palanquin, in which they repaired to th_lub Hotel. A room was engaged for the young woman, and Mr. Fogg, after seein_hat she wanted for nothing, set out in search of her cousin Jeejeeh. H_nstructed Passepartout to remain at the hotel until his return, that Aoud_ight not be left entirely alone.
Mr. Fogg repaired to the Exchange, where, he did not doubt, every one woul_now so wealthy and considerable a personage as the Parsee merchant. Meeting _roker, he made the inquiry, to learn that Jeejeeh had left China two year_efore, and, retiring from business with an immense fortune, had taken up hi_esidence in Europe—in Holland the broker thought, with the merchants of whic_ountry he had principally traded. Phileas Fogg returned to the hotel, begge_ moment's conversation with Aouda, and without more ado, apprised her tha_eejeeh was no longer at Hong Kong, but probably in Holland.
Aouda at first said nothing. She passed her hand across her forehead, an_eflected a few moments. Then, in her sweet, soft voice, she said: "What ough_ to do, Mr. Fogg?"
"It is very simple," responded the gentleman. "Go on to Europe."
"But I cannot intrude—"
"You do not intrude, nor do you in the least embarrass my project.
"Go to the Carnatic, and engage three cabins."
Passepartout, delighted that the young woman, who was very gracious to him,
was going to continue the journey with them, went off at a brisk gait to obe_is master's order.