them in the most majestic and unconscious indiffer-
ence. He was passing methodically in his orbit around
the world, regardless of the lesser stars which gravi-
tated around him. Yet there was near by what the
astronomers would call a disturbing star, which might
have produced an agitation in this gentleman's heart.
But no! the charms of Aouda failed to act, to Passe-
partout's great surprise; and the disturbances, if they
existed, would have been more difficult to calculate
than those of Uranus which led to the discovery of
Neptune.

It was every day an increasing wonder to Passepar-
tout, who read in Aouda's eyes the depths of her grati-
tude to his master. Phileas Fogg, though brave and
gallant, must be, he thought, quite heartless. As to
the sentiment which this journey might have awakened
in him, there was clearly no trace of such a thing;
while poor Passepartout existed in perpetual reveries.

One day he was leaning on the railing of the engine-
room, and was observing the engine, when a sudden
pitch of the steamer threw the screw out of the water.
The steam came hissing out of the valves; and this
made Passepartout indignant.

"The valves are not sufficiently charged!" he ex-
claimed. "We are not going. Oh, these English! If
this was an American craft, we should blow up, per-
haps, but we should at all events go faster!"

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