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It
might
be
thought
that
,
in
his
anxiety
,
he
would
be
constantly
watching
the
changes
of
the
wind
,
the
disorderly
raging
of
the
billows
--
every
chance
,
in
short
,
which
might
force
the
Mongolia
to
slacken
her
speed
,
and
thus
interrupt
his
journey
.
But
,
if
he
thought
of
these
possibilities
,
he
did
not
betray
the
fact
by
any
outward
sign
.
Always
the
same
impassible
member
of
the
Reform
Club
,
whom
no
incident
could
surprise
,
as
unvarying
as
the
ship
's
chronometers
,
and
seldom
having
the
curiosity
even
to
go
upon
the
deck
,
he
passed
through
the
memorable
scenes
of
the
Red
Sea
with
cold
indifference
;
did
not
care
to
recognise
the
historic
towns
and
villages
which
,
along
its
borders
,
raised
their
picturesque
outlines
against
the
sky
;
and
betrayed
no
fear
of
the
dangers
of
the
Arabic
Gulf
,
which
the
old
historians
always
spoke
of
with
horror
,
and
upon
which
the
ancient
navigators
never
ventured
without
propitiating
the
gods
by
ample
sacrifices
.
How
did
this
eccentric
personage
pass
his
time
on
the
Mongolia
?
He
made
his
four
hearty
meals
every
day
,
regardless
of
the
most
persistent
rolling
and
pitching
on
the
part
of
the
steamer
;
and
he
played
whist
indefatigably
,
for
he
had
found
partners
as
enthusiastic
in
the
game
as
himself
.
A
tax-collector
,
on
the
way
to
his
post
at
Goa
;
the
Rev.
Decimus
Smith
,
returning
to
his
parish
at
Bombay
;
and
a
brigadier-general
of
the
English
army
,
who
was
about
to
rejoin
his
brigade
at
Benares
,
made
up
the
party
,
and
,
with
Mr.
Fogg
,
played
whist
by
the
hour
together
in
absorbing
silence
.
As
for
Passepartout
,
he
,
too
,
had
escaped
sea-sickness
,
and
took
his
meals
conscientiously
in
the
forward
cabin
.
He
rather
enjoyed
the
voyage
,
for
he
was
well
fed
and
well
lodged
,
took
a
great
interest
in
the
scenes
through
which
they
were
passing
,
and
consoled
himself
with
the
delusion
that
his
master
's
whim
would
end
at
Bombay
.
He
was
pleased
,
on
the
day
after
leaving
Suez
,
to
find
on
deck
the
obliging
person
with
whom
he
had
walked
and
chatted
on
the
quays
.
"
If
I
am
not
mistaken
,
"
said
he
,
approaching
this
person
,
with
his
most
amiable
smile
,
"
you
are
the
gentleman
who
so
kindly
volunteered
to
guide
me
at
Suez
?
"
"
Ah
!
I
quite
recognise
you
.
You
are
the
servant
of
the
strange
Englishman
--
"
"
Just
so
,
monsieur
--
"
"
Fix
.
"
"
Monsieur
Fix
,
"
resumed
Passepartout
,
"
I
'm
charmed
to
find
you
on
board
.
Where
are
you
bound
?
"
"
Like
you
,
to
Bombay
.
"
"
That
's
capital
!
Have
you
made
this
trip
before
?
"
