“Everything included,” replied Phileas Fogg, continuing to play, for this time the discussion no longer respected the game.
“Even if the Hindus or the Indians tear up the rails!” exclaimed Andrew Stuart, “if they stop the trains, plunder the cars, and scalp the passengers!”
“All included,” replied Phileas Fogg, who, throwing down his cards, added: “Two trumps.”
Andrew Stuart, whose turn it was to deal, gathered up the cards, saying:
“Theoretically, you are right, Mr Fogg, but practically—”
“Practically also, Mr Stuart.”
“I would like very much to see you do it.”
“It depends only upon you. Let us start together.”
“Heaven preserve me!” exclaimed Stuart, “but I would willingly wager four thousand pounds that such a journey, made under these conditions, is impossible.”
“On the contrary, quite possible,” replied Mr Fogg.
“Well, make it, then!”
“The tour of the world in eighty days?”
“Yes!”
“I am willing.”
“When?”
“At once. Only I warn you that I shall do it at your expense.”
“It is folly!” cried Stuart, who was beginning to be vexed at the persistence of his partner. “Stop! let us play rather.”
“Deal again, then,” replied Phileas Fogg, “for there is a false deal.”
Andrew Stuart took up the cards again with a feverish hand; then suddenly, placing them upon the table, he said:
“Well, Mr Fogg, yes, and I bet four thousand pounds!”
“My dear Stuart,” said Fallentin, “compose yourself. It is not serious.”
“When I say—‘I bet,’” replied Andrew Stuart, “it is always serious.”
“So be it,” said Mr Fogg, and then, turning to his companions, continued: “I have twenty thousand pounds deposited at Baring Brothers. I will willingly risk them—”
“Twenty thousand pounds!” cried John Sullivan. “Twenty thousand pounds, which an unforeseen delay may make you lose.”
“The unforeseen does not exist,” replied Phileas Fogg quietly.
“But, Mr Fogg, this period of eighty days is calculated only as a minimum of time?”
“A minimum well employed suffices for everything.”
“But in order not to exceed it, you must jump mathematically from the trains into the steamers, and from the steamers upon the trains!”
“I will jump mathematically.”
“That is a joke.”
“A good Englishman never jokes when so serious a matter as a wager is in question,” replied Phileas Fogg. “I bet twenty thousand pounds against who will that I will make the tour of the world in eighty days or less—that is, nineteen hundred and twenty hours, or one hundred and fifteen thousand two hundred minutes. Do you accept?”
“We accept,” replied Messrs. Stuart, Fallentin, Sullivan, Flanagan, and Ralph, after having consulted.
“Very well,” said Mr Fogg. “The Dover train starts at eight forty-five. I shall take it.”
“This very evening?” asked Stuart.
“This very evening,” replied Phileas Fogg. Then he added, consulting a pocket almanac, “since to-day is Wednesday, the second of October, I ought to be back in London, in this very saloon of the Reform Club, on Saturday, the twenty-first of December, at eight forty-five in the evening, in default of which the twenty thousand pounds at present deposited to my credit with Baring Brothers will belong to you, gentlemen, in fact and by right. Here is a cheque of like amount.”
A memorandum of the wager was made and signed on the spot by the six parties in interest. Phileas Fogg had remained cool. He had certainly not bet to win, and had risked only these twenty thousand pounds—the half of his fortune—because he foresaw that he might have to expend the other half to carry out this difficult, not to say impracticable, project. As for his opponents, they seemed affected, not on account of the stake, but because they had a sort of scruple against a contest under these conditions.
Seven o’clock then struck. They offered to Mr Fogg to stop playing, so that he could make his preparations for departure.
“I am always ready,” replied this tranquil gentleman, and dealing the cards, he said: “Diamonds are trumps. It is your turn to play, Mr Stuart.”
CHAPTER 4 (#ulink_fe3530ee-be31-5709-bbaa-46e0714dcdc0)
In which Phileas Fogg surprises
Passepartout, his Servant, beyond measure
At twenty-five minutes after seven, Phileas Fogg having gained twenty guineas at whist, took leave of his honourable colleagues, and left the Reform Club. At ten minutes of eight, he opened the door of his house and entered.
Passepartout, who had conscientiously studied his programme, was quite surprised at seeing Mr Fogg guilty of the inexactness of appearing at this unusual hour. According to the notice, the occupant of Saville Row ought not to return before midnight precisely.
Phileas Fogg first went to his bedroom. Then he called “Passepartout!”
Passepartout could not reply, for this call could not be addressed to him, as it was not the hour.
“Passepartout,” Mr Fogg called again without raising his voice much.
Passepartout presented himself.
“It is the second time that I have called you,” said Mr Fogg.
“But it is not midnight,” replied Passepartout, with his watch in his hand.
“I know it,” continued Phileas Fogg, “and I do not find fault with you. We leave in ten minutes for Dover and Calais.”
