this man of nerve manifested neither impatience nor
annoyance; it seemed as if the storm were a part of
his programme, and had been foreseen. Aouda was
amazed to find him as calm as he had been from the
first time she saw him.

Fix did not look at the state of things in the same
light. The storm greatly pleased him. His satisfac-
tion would have been complete had the "Rangoon"
been forced to retreat before the violence of wind and
waves. Each delay filled him with hope, for it became
more and more probable that Fogg would be obliged
to remain some days at Hong Kong; and now the
heavens themselves became his allies, with the gusts
and squalls. It mattered not that they made him sea-
sick--he made no account of this inconvenience; and
whilst his body was writhing under their effects, his
spirit bounded with hopeful exultation.

Passepartout was enraged beyond expression by the
unpropitious weather. Everything had gone so well
till now! Earth and sea had seemed to be at his mas-
ter's service; steamers and railways obeyed him; wind
and steam united to speed his journey. Had the hour
of adversity come? Passepartout was as much excited
as if the twenty thousand pounds were to come from
his own pocket. The storm exasperated him, the gale
made him furious, and he longed to lash the obstinate
sea into obedience. Poor fellow! Fix carefully con-
cealed from him his own satisfaction, for, had he be-

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