`And your cargo?'
`No freight. Going in ballast.'
`Have you any passengers?'
`No passengers. Never have passengers. Too much in the way.'
`Is your vessel a swift one?'
`Between eleven and twelve knots. The "Henrietta", well known.'
`Will you carry me and three other persons to Liverpool?'
`To Liverpool? Why not to China?'
`I said Liverpool.'
`No. I am setting out for Bordeaux, and shall go to Bordeaux.'
`Money is no object?'
The captain spoke in a tone which did not admit of a reply.
`But the owners of the "Henrietta" - ,' resumed Phileas Fogg.
`The owners are myself,' replied the captain. `The vessel belongs to me.'
`I will freight it for you.'
`I will buy it of you.'
Phileas Fogg did not betray the least disappointment; but the situation was a grave one. It was not at New York as at Hong Kong, nor with the captain of the `Henrietta' as with the captain of the `Tankadere'. Up to this time money had smoothed away every obstacle. Now money failed.
Still, some means must be found to cross the Atlantic on a boat, unless by balloon, - which would have been venturesome, besides not being capable of being put in practice. It seemed that Phileas Fogg had an idea, for he said to the captain, `Well, will you carry me to Bordeaux?'
`No, not if you paid me two hundred dollars.'
`I offer you two thousand.'
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