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During
his
brief
interview
with
Mr.
Fogg
,
Passepartout
had
been
carefully
observing
him
.
He
appeared
to
be
a
man
about
forty
years
of
age
,
with
fine
,
handsome
features
,
and
a
tall
,
well-shaped
figure
;
his
hair
and
whiskers
were
light
,
his
forehead
compact
and
unwrinkled
,
his
face
rather
pale
,
his
teeth
magnificent
.
His
countenance
possessed
in
the
highest
degree
what
physiognomists
call
"
repose
in
action
,
"
a
quality
of
those
who
act
rather
than
talk
.
Calm
and
phlegmatic
,
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
Moliere
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
begun
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
story
he
recognised
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
idealised
.
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
.
