Around the world in 80 days,пересказ текста
We start for Dover and Calais in ten minutes." A puzzled grin spread across the valet's round lace. Clearly he had not understood. "Monsieur is going to leave 5 home?" enquired Passepartout.
"Yes," returned Phileas Fogg. "We are off around the world!"
The valet's eyes opened wider as he raised his eyebrows and held up his hands in 10 astonishment. Around the world?"
"Yes, indeed, my good man, in only eighty days," answered Mr Fogg, "so we have not a moment to lose."
"But the cases, what about the cases?" asked 15 Passepartout in despair, shaking his head.
"We will have no cases; only a carpet bag, with two shirts and three pairs of stockings for me and the same for you. We will buy clothes on the way. Bring my mackintosh, travelling cloak and some stout shoes, when he noticed his five friends from the club." Passepartout tried to respond in some way but seemed unable to do so. He went to his room and collapsed into a chair complaining, "That's good, that is, when all I wanted was a quiet life!"
He immediately began to prepare for their departure. Around the world in eighty days indeed! Was this all just a joke? First heading for Dover and then Calais? Perhaps it was not such a bad plan after all as Passepartout, who had been away from France for a number of years, would certainly not be sorry to set foot on his native soil once again. Perhaps they would travel as far as Paris, which would almost certainly do his eyes good.
By eight o'clock Passepartout had packed the carpet bag with clothing for his master and himself. Then, still troubled by the shock of it all, he 35 carefully shut the door of his room and went to find Mr Fogg, who was indeed all ready and prepared. Under his arm Passepartout could see a red copy of Bradshaw's Continental Railway, Steam Transit and General Guide, with its timetables showing the arrivals and departures of 40 trains and steamers. The master took the carpet bag, opened it, and slipped a good number of Bank of England notes into it in order to have no problems wherever they might go.
"You have forgotten nothing?" asked Mr Fogg. "Absolutely nothing, monsieur."
"My mackintosh and cloak?"
"Here you are, monsieur."
"Good! Take this carpet bag and take good care of it, for there are twenty thousand pounds in it."
Passepartout almost dropped the bag at that point, as if the twenty thousand pounds were in gold and weighed him down.
Master and valet then descended to the street where they took a cab and were driven quickly to Charing Cross. The cab pulled up before the railway station at twenty minutes past eight. Passepartout followed his master, who, after paying the cabman, was about to enter the station when a poor woman with a child in arms and bare feet covered with mud came up to him and pleaded for money.
Mr Fogg took out the twenty guineas he had won previously while playing cards with friends at the gentlemen's club he often went to and handed them to the woman. "Here you are, my good woman, and I'm so glad to have met you."
A tear welled up in the valet's eyes; his master's action had so touched his heart.
Mr Fogg purchased two first-class tickets for Paris and was just crossing the station to the train though we shall be doing little walking I believe
"Well, gentlemen," he said, "I'm off and you will be able to check my passport on my return and see whether I have made the journey we agreed upon."
"Oh, that will be quite unnecessary, Mr Fogg," said Ralph politely. "We trust your word as a gentleman.
"You do have in mind the date you are due back in London, don't you?" checked Stuart.
"In eighty days - on Saturday 21st December, 1872, at a quarter before nine pm. Never fear, gentlemen, and goodbye until then.