`You are four minutes too slow. No matter; it's enough to mention the error. Now from this moment, twenty- nine minutes after eleven, a.m., this Wednesday, October 2nd, you are in my service.'

Phileas Fogg got up, took his hat in his left hand, put it on his head with an automatic motion, and went off without a word.

Passepartout heard the street door shut once; it was his new master going out. He heard it shut again; it was his predecessor, James Forster, departing in his turn. Passepartout remained alone in the house in Saville Row.


  By PanEris using Melati.

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