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"
Mew
,
my
lord
!
What
,
a
rabbit
mew
!
I
swear
to
you
--
"
"
Be
so
good
,
landlord
,
as
not
to
swear
,
but
remember
this
:
cats
were
formerly
considered
,
in
India
,
as
sacred
animals
.
That
was
a
good
time
.
"
"
For
the
cats
,
my
lord
?
"
"
Perhaps
for
the
travellers
as
well
!
"
After
which
Mr.
Fogg
quietly
continued
his
dinner
.
Fix
had
gone
on
shore
shortly
after
Mr.
Fogg
,
and
his
first
destination
was
the
headquarters
of
the
Bombay
police
.
He
made
himself
known
as
a
London
detective
,
told
his
business
at
Bombay
,
and
the
position
of
affairs
relative
to
the
supposed
robber
,
and
nervously
asked
if
a
warrant
had
arrived
from
London
.
It
had
not
reached
the
office
;
indeed
,
there
had
not
yet
been
time
for
it
to
arrive
.
Fix
was
sorely
disappointed
,
and
tried
to
obtain
an
order
of
arrest
from
the
director
of
the
Bombay
police
.
This
the
director
refused
,
as
the
matter
concerned
the
London
office
,
which
alone
could
legally
deliver
the
warrant
.
Fix
did
not
insist
,
and
was
fain
to
resign
himself
to
await
the
arrival
of
the
important
document
;
but
he
was
determined
not
to
lose
sight
of
the
mysterious
rogue
as
long
as
he
stayed
in
Bombay
.
He
did
not
doubt
for
a
moment
,
any
more
than
Passepartout
,
that
Phileas
Fogg
would
remain
there
,
at
least
until
it
was
time
for
the
warrant
to
arrive
.
Passepartout
,
however
,
had
no
sooner
heard
his
master
's
orders
on
leaving
the
Mongolia
than
he
saw
at
once
that
they
were
to
leave
Bombay
as
they
had
done
Suez
and
Paris
,
and
that
the
journey
would
be
extended
at
least
as
far
as
Calcutta
,
and
perhaps
beyond
that
place
.
He
began
to
ask
himself
if
this
bet
that
Mr.
Fogg
talked
about
was
not
really
in
good
earnest
,
and
whether
his
fate
was
not
in
truth
forcing
him
,
despite
his
love
of
repose
,
around
the
world
in
eighty
days
!
Having
purchased
the
usual
quota
of
shirts
and
shoes
,
he
took
a
leisurely
promenade
about
the
streets
,
where
crowds
of
people
of
many
nationalities
--
Europeans
,
Persians
with
pointed
caps
,
Banyas
with
round
turbans
,
Sindes
with
square
bonnets
,
Parsees
with
black
mitres
,
and
long-robed
Armenians
--
were
collected
.
It
happened
to
be
the
day
of
a
Parsee
festival
.
These
descendants
of
the
sect
of
Zoroaster
--
the
most
thrifty
,
civilised
,
intelligent
,
and
austere
of
the
East
Indians
,
among
whom
are
counted
the
richest
native
merchants
of
Bombay
--
were
celebrating
a
sort
of
religious
carnival
,
with
processions
and
shows
,
in
the
midst
of
which
Indian
dancing-girls
,
clothed
in
rose-coloured
gauze
,
looped
up
with
gold
and
silver
,
danced
airily
,
but
with
perfect
modesty
,
to
the
sound
of
viols
and
the
clanging
of
tambourines
.
It
is
needless
to
say
that
Passepartout
watched
these
curious
ceremonies
with
staring
eyes
and
gaping
mouth
,
and
that
his
countenance
was
that
of
the
greenest
booby
imaginable
.
Unhappily
for
his
master
,
as
well
as
himself
,
his
curiosity
drew
him
unconsciously
farther
off
than
he
intended
to
go
.
At
last
,
having
seen
the
Parsee
carnival
wind
away
in
the
distance
,
he
was
turning
his
steps
towards
the
station
,
when
he
happened
to
espy
the
splendid
pagoda
on
Malabar
Hill
,
and
was
seized
with
an
irresistible
desire
to
see
its
interior
.
He
was
quite
ignorant
that
it
is
forbidden
to
Christians
to
enter
certain
Indian
temples
,
and
that
even
the
faithful
must
not
go
in
without
first
leaving
their
shoes
outside
the
door
.
It
may
be
said
here
that
the
wise
policy
of
the
British
Government
severely
punishes
a
disregard
of
the
practices
of
the
native
religions
.
Passepartout
,
however
,
thinking
no
harm
,
went
in
like
a
simple
tourist
,
and
was
soon
lost
in
admiration
of
the
splendid
Brahmin
ornamentation
which
everywhere
met
his
eyes
,
when
of
a
sudden
he
found
himself
sprawling
on
the
sacred
flagging
.
He
looked
up
to
behold
three
enraged
priests
,
who
forthwith
fell
upon
him
;
tore
off
his
shoes
,
and
began
to
beat
him
with
loud
,
savage
exclamations
.
The
agile
Frenchman
was
soon
upon
his
feet
again
,
and
lost
no
time
in
knocking
down
two
of
his
long-gowned
adversaries
with
his
fists
and
a
vigorous
application
of
his
toes
;
then
,
rushing
out
of
the
pagoda
as
fast
as
his
legs
could
carry
him
,
he
soon
escaped
the
third
priest
by
mingling
with
the
crowd
in
the
streets
.
