AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 DAYS(环游世界80天)-第4部分

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‘Well；　Mr　Fogg；'　said　he；　‘it　shall　be　so：　I　will　wager　the　four　thousand　on　it。'　
‘Calm　yourself；　my　dear　Stuart；'　said　Fallentin。　‘It's　only　a　joke。'　
‘When　I　say　I'll　wager；'　returned　Stuart；　‘I　mean　it。'　
‘All　right；'　said　Mr　Fogg；　and　turning　to　the　others　he　continued：　‘I　have　a　deposit　of　twenty　thousand　at　Baring's　which　I　will　willingly　risk　upon　it。'　
‘Twenty　thousand　pounds！'　cried　Sullivan。　‘Twenty　thousand　pounds；　which　you　would　lose　by　a　single　acomidental　delay！'　
‘The　unforeseen　does　not　exist；'　quietly　replied　Phileas　Fogg。　
‘But；　Mr　Fogg；　eighty　days　are　only　the　estimate　of　the　least　possible　time　in　which　the　journey　can　be　made。'　
‘A　well　…　used　minimum　suffices　for　everything。'　
‘But；　in　order　not　to　exceed　it；　you　must　jump　mathematically　from　the　trains　upon　the　steamers；　and　from　the　steamers　upon　the　trains　again。'　
‘I　will　jump…mathematically。'　
‘You　are　joking。'　
‘A　true　Englishman　doesn't　joke　when　he　is　talking　about　so　serious　a　thing　as　a　wager；'　replied　Phileas　Fogg；　solemnly。　‘I　will　bet　twenty　thousand　pounds　against　anyone　who　wishes；　that　I　will　make　the　tour　of　the　world　in　eighty　days　or　less；　in　nineteen　hundred　and　twenty　hours；　or　a　hundred　and　fifteen　thousand　two　hundred　minutes。　Do　you　acomept？'　
‘We　acomept；'　replied　Messrs　Stuart；　Fallentin；　Sullivan；　Flanagan；　and　Ralph；　after　consulting　each　other。　
‘Good；'　said　Mr　Fogg。　‘The　train　leaves　for　Dover　at　a　quarter　before　nine。　I　will　take　it。'　
‘This　very　evening？'　asked　Stuart。　
‘This　very　evening；'　returned　Phileas　Fogg。　He　took　out　and　consulted　a　pocket　almanac；　and　added；　‘As　to…day　is　Wednesday；　the　second　of　October；　I　shall　be　due　in　London；　in　this　very　room　of　the　Reform　Club；　on　Saturday；　the　twenty…first　of　December；　at　a　quarter　before　nine　p。m。；　or　else　the　twenty　thousand　pounds；　now　deposited　in　my　name　at　Baring's；　will　belong　to　you；　in　fact　and　in　right；　gentlemen。　Here　is　a　cheque　for　the　amount。'　
A　memorandum　of　the　wager　was　at　once　drawn　up　and　signed　by　the　six　parties；　during　which　Phileas　Fogg　preserved　a　stoical　composure。　He　certainly　did　not　bet　to　win；　and　had　only　staked　the　twenty　thousand　pounds；　half　of　his　fortune；　because　he　foresaw　that　he　might　have　to　expend　the　other　half　to　carry　out　this　difficult；　not　to　say　unattainable；　project。　As　for　his　antagonists；　they　seemed　much　agitated；　not　so　much　by　the　value　of　their　stake；　as　because　they　had　some　scruples　about　betting　under　conditions　so　difficult　to　their　friend。　
The　clock　struck　seven；　and　the　party　offered　to　suspend　the　game　so　that　Mr　Fogg　might　make　his　preparations　for　departure。　
‘I　am　quite　ready　now；'　was　his　tranquil　response。　
‘Diamonds　are　trumps：　be　so　good　as　to　play；　gentlemen。'　

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CHAPTER　IV
IN　WHICH　PHILEAS　FOGG　ASTOUNDS　PASSEPARTOUT；　HIS　SERVANT。
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Having　won　twenty　guineas　at　whist；　and　taken　leave　of　his　friends；　Phileas　Fogg；　at　twenty…five　minutes　past　seven；　left　the　Reform　Club。　
Passepartout；　who　had　conscientiously　studied　the　programme　of　his　duties；　was　more　than　surprised　to　see　his　master　guilty　of　the　inexactness　of　appearing　at　this　unacomustomed　hour；　for；　acomording　to　rule；　he　was　not　due　in　Saville　Row　until　precisely　midnight。　
Mr　Fogg　repaired　to　his　bedroom；　and　called　out；　‘Passepartout！'　
Passepartout　did　not　reply。　It　could　not　be　he　who　was　called；　it　was　not　the　right　hour。　
‘Passepartout！'　repeated　Mr　Fogg；　without　raising　his　voice。　
Passepartout　made　his　appearance。　
‘I've　called　you　twice；'　observed　his　master。　
‘But　it　is　not　midnight；'　responded　the　other；　showing　his　watch。　
‘I　know　it；　I　don't　blame　you。　We　start　for　Dover　and　Calais　in　ten　minutes。'　
A　puzzled　grin　overspread　Passepartout's　round　face；　clearly　he　had　not　comprehended　his　master。　
‘Monsieur　is　going　to　leave　home？'　
‘Yes；'　returned　Phileas　Fogg。　‘We　are　going　round　the　world。'　
Passepartout　opened　wide　his　eyes；　raised　his　eyebrows；　held　up　his　hands；　and　seemed　about　to　collapse；　so　overcome　was　he　with　stupefied　astonishment。　
‘Round　the　world！'　he　murmured。　
‘In　eighty　days；'　responded　Mr　Fogg。　‘So　we　haven't　a　moment　to　lose。'　
‘But　the　trunks？'　gasped　Passepartout；　unconsciously　swaying　his　head　from　right　to　left。　
‘We'll　have　no　trunks；　only　a　carpet…bag；　with　two　shirts　and　three　pairs　of　stockings　for　me；　and　the　same　for　you。　We'll　buy　our　clothes　on　the　way。　Bring　down　my　mackintosh　and　travelling…cloak；　and　some　stout　shoes；　though　we　shall　do　little　walking。　Make　haste！'　
Passepartout　tried　to　reply；　but　could　not。　He　went　out；　mounted　to　his　own　room；　fell　into　a　chair；　and　muttered：　‘That's　good；　that　is！　And　I；　who　wanted　to　remain　quiet！'　
He　mechanically　set　about　making　the　preparations　for　departure。　Around　the　world　in　eighty　days！　Was　his　master　a　fool？　No。　Was　this　a　joke；　then？　They　were　going　to　Dover；　good。　To　Calais；　good　again。　After　all；　Passepartout；　who　had　been　away　from　France　five　years；　would　not　be　sorry　to　set　foot　on　his　native　soil　again。　Perhaps　they　would　go　as　far　as　Paris；　and　it　would　do　his　eyes　good　to　see　Paris　once　more。　But　surely　a　gentleman　so　chary　of　his　steps　would　stop　there；　no　doubt；　…　but；　then；　it　was　none　the　less　true　that　he　was　going　away；　this　so　domestic　person　hitherto！　
By　eight　o'clock　Passepartout　had　packed　the　modest　carpet…bag；　containing　the　wardrobes　of　his　master　and　himself；　then；　still　troubled　in　mind；　he　carefully　shut　the　door　of　his　room；　and　descended　to　Mr　Fogg。　
Mr　Fogg　was　quite　ready。　Under　his　arm　might　have　been　observed　a　red…bound　copy　of　‘Bradshaw's　Continental　Railway　Steam　Transit　and　General　Guide；'　with　its　time…tables　showing　the　arrival　and　departure　of　steamers　and　railways。　He　took　the　carpet…bag；　opened　it；　and　slipped　into　it　a　goodly　roll　of　Bank　of　England　notes；　which　would　pass　wherever　he　might　go。　
‘You　have　forgotten　nothing？'　asked　he。　
‘Nothing；　monsieur。'　
‘My　mackintosh　and　cloak？'　
‘Here　they　are。'　
‘Good。　Take　this　carpet…bag；'　handing　it　to　Passepartout。　‘Take　good　care　of　it；　for　there　are　twenty　thousand　pounds　in　it。'　
Passepartout　nearly　dropped　the　bag；　as　if　the　twenty　thousand　pounds　were　in　gold；　and　weighted　him　down。　
Master　and　man　then　descended；　the　street…door　was　double…locked；　and　at　the　end　of　Saville　Row　they　took　a　cab　and　drove　rapidly　to　Charing　Cross。　The　cab　stopped　before　the　railway　station　at　twenty　minutes　past　eight。　Passepartout　jumped　off　the　box　and　followed　his　master；　who；　after　paying　the　cabman；　was　about　to　enter　the　station；　when　a　poor　beggar…woman；　with　a　child　in　her　arms；　her　naked　feet　smeared　with　mud；　her　head　covered　with　a　wretched　bonnet；　from　which　hung　a　tattered　feather；　and　her　shoulders　shrouded　in　a　ragged　shawl；　approached；　and　mournfully　asked　for　alms。　
Mr　Fogg　took　out　the　twenty　guineas　he　had　just　won　at　whist；　and　handed　them　to　the　beggar；　saying；　‘Here；　my　good　woman。　I'm　glad　that　I　met　you'；　and　passed　on。　
Passepartout　had　a　moist　sensation　about　the　eyes；　his　masters　action　touched　his　susceptible　heart。　
Two　first…class　tickets　for　Paris　having　been　speedily　purchased；　Mr　Fogg　was　crossing　the　station　to　the　train；　when　he　perceived　his　five　friends　of　the　Reform。　
‘Well；　gentlemen；'　said　he；　‘I'm　off；　you　see；　and　if　you　will　examine　my　passport　when　I　get　back；　you　will　be　able　to　judge　whether　I　have　acomomplished　the　journey　agreed　upon。'　
‘Oh；　that　would　be　quite　unnecessary；　Mr　Fogg；'　said　Ralph　politely。　‘We　will　trust　your　word；　as　a　gentleman　of　honour。'　
‘You　do　not　forget　when　you　are　due　in　London　again？'　asked　Stuart。　
‘In　eighty　days；　on　Saturday；　the　21st　of　December；　1872；　at　a　quarter　before　nine　p。m。　Good…bye；　gentlemen。　
Phileas　Fogg　and　his　servant　seated　themselves　in　a　first…class　carriage　at　twenty　minutes　before　nine；　five　minutes　later　the　whistle　screamed；　and　the　train　slowly　glided　out　of　the　Station。　
The　night　was　dark；　and　a　fine；　steady　rain　was　falling。　Phileas　Fogg；　snugly　ensconced　in　his　corner；　did　not　open　his　lips。　Passepartout；　not　yet　recovered　from　his　stupefaction；　clung　mechanically　to　th