八十天环游地球（AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 DAYS）中英对译

八十天环游地球（AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 DAYS）-1-英文小说

Mr Phileas Fogg lived, in 1872, at No. 7, Saville Row, Burlington Gardens, the house in which Sheridan died in 1814. He was one of the most noticeable members of the Reform Club, though he seemed always to avoid attracting attention; an enigmatical personage, about whom little was known, except that he was a polished man of the world. People said that he resembled Byron, - at least that his head was Byronic; but he was a bearded, tranquil Byron, who might live on a thousand years without growing old.
Certainly an Englishman, it was more doubtful whether Phileas Fogg was a Londoner. He was never seen on `Change, nor at the Bank, nor in the counting-rooms of the `City'; no ships ever came into London docks of which he was the owner; he had no public employment; he had never been entered at any of the Inns of Court, either at the Temple, or Lincoln's Inn, or Gray's Inn; nor had his voice ever resounded in the Court of Chancery, or in the Exchequer, or the Queen's Bench, or the Ecclesiastical Courts. He certainly was not a manufacturer; nor was he a merchant or a gentleman farmer. His namnds resting on his knees, his body straight, his head erect; he was steadily watching a complicated clock which indicated the hours, the minutes, the seconds, the days, the months, and the years. At exactly half-past eleven Mr Fogg would, according to his daily habit, quit Saville Row, and repair to the Reform.
A rap at this moment sounded on the door of the cosy apartment where Phileas Fogg was seated, and James Forster, the dismissed servant, appeared.
`The new servant,' said he.
A young man of thirty advanced and bowed.
`You are a Frenchman, I believe,' asked Phileas Fogg, `and your name is John?'
`Jean, if monsieur pleases,' replied the newcomer, `Jean Passepartout, a surname which has clung to me because I have a natural aptness for going out of one business into another. I believe I'm honest, monsieur, but, to be outspoken, I've had several trades. I've been an itinerant singer, a circus - rider, à lavish, nor, on the contra bà!!á?when I used to vault like Leotard, and dance on a rope like Blondin. Then I got to be a professor of gymnastics, so as to make better use of my talents; and then I was a sergeant fireman at Paris, and assisted at many a big fire. But I quitted France five years ago and, wishing to taste the sweets of domestic life, took service as a valet here in England. Finding myself out of place, and hearing that Monsieur Phileas Fogg was the mostad he travelled? It was likely, for no one seemed to know the world more familiarly; there was no spot so secluded that he did not appear to have an intimate acquaintance with it. He often corrected, with a few clear words, the thousand conjectures advanced by members of the club as to lost and unheard-of travellers, pointing out the true probabilities, and seeming as if gifted with a sort of second sight, so often did events justify his predictions. He must have travelled everywhere, at least in the spirit.
It was at least certain that Phileas Fogg had not absented himself from London for many years. Those who were honoured by a better acquaintance with him than the rest, declared that nobody could pretend to have ever seen him anywhere else. His sole pastimes were reading the papers and playing whist. He often won at this game, which, as a silent one, harmonized with his nature; but his winnings never went into his purse, being reserved as a fund for his charities. Mr Fogg played, not to win, but for the sake of playing. The game was in his eyes a contest, struggle with a difficulty, yet a motionless, unwearying struggle, congenial to his tastes.
Phileas Fogg was not known to have either wife or children, which may happen to the most honest people; either relatives or near friends, which is certainly more unusual. He lived alone in his house in Saville Row, whither none penetrated. A single domestic sufficed to serve him. He breakfasted and dined at the club, at hours mathematically fixed, in the same room, at the same table, never taking his meals with other members, much less bringing a guest with him; and went home at exactly midnight, only to retire at once to bed. He never used the cosy chambers which the Reform provides for its favoured members. He passed ten hours out of the twenty-four in Saville Row, either  alk it was with a regular step in the entrance hall with its mosaic flooring, or in the circular gallery with its dome supported by twenty red porphyry Ionic columns, and illumined by blue painted windows. When he breakfasted or dined all the resources of the club - its kitchens and pantries, its buttery and dairy - aided to crowd his table with their most succulent stores; he was served by the gravest waiters, in dress coats, and shoes with swan-skin soles, who proffered the viands in special porcelain, and on the finest linen; club decanters, of a lost mould, contained his sherry, his port, and his cinnamon-spiced claret; while his beverages were refreshingly cooled with ice, brought at great cost from the American lakes.
If to live in this style is to be eccentric, it must be confessed that there is something good in eccentricity.
The mansion in Saville Row, though not sumptuous, was exceedingly comfortable. The habits of its occupant were such as to demand but little from the sole domestic, but Phileas Fogg required him to be almost superhumanly prompt and regular. On this very 2nd of October he had dismissed James Forster, because that luckless youth had brought him shaving-water at eighty-four degrees Fahrenheit instead of eighty-six; and he was awaiting his successor, who was due at the house between eleven and half-past.
Phileas Fogg was seated squarely in his armchair, his feet close together like those of a grenadier on parade, his hands resting on his knees, his body straight, his head erect; he was steadily watching a complicated clock which indicated the hours, the minutes, the seconds, the days, the months, and the years. At exactly half-past eleven Mr Fogg would, according to his daily habit, quit Saville Row, and repair to the Reform.
A rap at this moment sounded on the door of the cosy apartment where Phileas Fogg was seated, and James Forster, the dismissed servant, appeared.
`The new servant,' said he.
A young man of thirty advanced and bowed.
`You are a Frenchman, I believe,' asked Phileas Fogg, `and your name is John?'
`Jean, if monsieur pleases,' replied the newcomer, `Jean Passepartout, a surname which has clung to me because I have a natural aptness for going out of one business into another. I believe I'm honest, monsieur, but, to be outspoken, I've had several trades. I've been an itinerant singer, a circus - rider, when I used to vault like Leotard, and dance on a rope like Blondin. Then I got to be a professor of gymnastics, so as to make better use of my talents; and then I was a sergeant fireman at Paris, and assisted at many a big fire. But I quitted France five years ago and, wishing to taste the sweets of domestic life, took service as a valet here in England. Finding myself out of place, and hearing that Monsieur Phileas Fogg was the most exact and settled gentleman in the United Kingdom, I have come to monsieur in the hope of living with him a tranquil life, and forgetting even the name of Passepartout.'
`Passepartout suits me,' responded Mr Fogg. `You are well recommended to me; I hear a good report of you. You know my conditions?'
`Yes, monsieur.'
`Good. What time is it?'
`Twenty - two minutes after eleven,' returned Passepartout, drawing an enormous silver watch from the depths of his pocket.
`You are too slow,' said Mr Fogg.
`Pardon me, monsieur, it is impossible--'
`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.

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1872年，白林敦花园坊赛微乐街七号（西锐登在1814年就死在这所住宅里），住着一位斐利亚·福克先生，这位福克先生似乎从来不做什么显以引人注目的事，可是他仍然是伦敦改良俱乐部里最特别、最引人注意的一个会员。

西锐登是一位为英国增光的伟大的演说家，继承他这所房子的福克先生却是一位令人捉摸不透的人物。关于福克先生的底细，人们只知道他是一位豪爽君子，一位英国上流社会里的绅士，其他就一点也不清楚了。

有人说他象拜伦——就是头象，至于脚可不象：他的脚并没有毛病，不过他的两颊和嘴上比拜伦多一点胡子，性情也比拜伦温和，就是活一千岁他大概也不会变样。

福克确实是个道地的英国人，但也许不是伦敦人。你在交易所里从来看不到他，银行里也见不着他，找遍伦敦商业区的任何一家商行也碰不上他。不论在伦敦的哪个港口，或是在伦敦的什么码头，从未停泊过船主名叫福克的船只。这位绅士也没有出席过任何一个行政管理委员会。不论在律师公会中，不论在伦敦四法学会的中院、内院、林肯院、或是格雷院，都从未听到过他的名字。此外,他从来也没有在大法官法庭、女皇御前审判厅、财政审计法院、教会法院这些地方打过官司。他既不开办工厂，也不经营、农业；他既不是搞说合的掮客，又不是做买卖的商人。他既未加入英国皇家学会，也未参加伦敦学会；既不是手工业者协会的成员，也不是罗素氏学会的会员；西方文学会里没有他的位置，法律学会里也没有他的名字；至于那仁慈的女皇陛下直接垂顾的科学艺术联合会跟他也毫无瓜葛。在英国的首都，自亚摩尼卡学会一直到以消灭害虫为宗旨的昆虫学会，有着许许多多这样大大小小的社会团体，而福克先生却不是其中任何一个团体的成员。

福克先生就只是改良俱乐部的会员，瞧，和盘托出，仅此而已。如果有人以为象福克这样古怪的人，居然也能参加象改良俱乐部这样光荣的团体，因而感到惊讶的话，人们就会告诉他：福克是经巴林氏兄弟的介绍才被接纳入会的。他在巴林兄弟银行存了一笔款子，因而获得了信誉，因为他的账面上永远有存款，他开的支票照例总是“凭票即付”。

这位福克先生是个财主吗？毫无疑问，当然是的。可是他的财产是怎样来的呢？这件事就连消息最灵通的人也说不出个究竟，只有福克先生自己最清楚，要打听这件事，最好是问他本人。福克先生从来不挥霍浪费，但也不小气吝啬。无论什么地方，有什么公益或慈善事业缺少经费，他总是不声不响地拿出钱来，甚至捐了钱，还不让人知道自己的姓名。

总而言之，再也没有比这位绅士更不爱与人交往的了。他尽可能少说话，似乎由于沉默寡言的缘故，他的性格越显得稀奇古怪，然而他的生活是很有规律的，一举一动总是那样准确而有规律，老是一个样子。这就更加引起人们对他产生了奇怪的猜测和想象。

他曾出门旅行过吗？这也很可能。因为在世界地理方面，谁也没有他的知识渊博，不管什么偏僻地方，他似乎都非常熟悉，有时他用简单明了的几句话，就澄清了俱乐部中流传的有关某某旅行家失踪或迷路的众说纷坛的流言。他指出这些事件的真正可能性，他好象具有一种千里透视的天资，事情的最后结果，一般总是证实了他的见解都是正确的。这个人理应是个到处都去过的人——至少在精神上他是到处都去过的。

不管怎样，有一件事却是十分肯定的：多年以来，福克先生就没有离开过伦敦。那些比别人对他了解得稍微多一些的人也可以证明：除了看见他每天经过那条笔直的马路从家里到俱乐部去以外，没有人能说在任何其他地方曾经看见过他。

他唯一的消遣就是看报和玩“惠司脱”，这种安静的娱乐最合于他的天性。他常常赢钱，但赢来的钱决不塞入自己的腰包。这笔钱在他做慈善事业的支出预算中，占一个重要部分，此外还必须特别提出，这位绅士显然是为娱乐而打牌，并不是为了赢钱。对他来说，打牌可以说是一场比武，是一场对困难的角力：但这种角力用不着大活动，也用不着移动脚步，又不会引起疲劳。这完全适合于他的性格。

人们都知道福克先生没有妻子儿女（这种情况，对过分老实的人说来是可能的），也没有亲戚朋友（这种情况，事实上是极其少见的）。福克先生就是独自一个人生活在赛微乐街的寓所里，从来也没有看到有人来拜访他。关于他在家里的私生活，从来也没有人谈起过。他家里只用一个仆人。他午餐晚餐都在俱乐部里吃，他按时吃饭，就象钟表一般精确。他用餐的地方，老是在一个固定的餐厅里，甚至老是坐在一个固定的桌位上。他从没请过会友，也没招待过一个外客。晚上十二点正，他就回家睡觉，从没住过改良俱乐部为会员准备的舒适的卧室。一天二十四小时，他待在家里有十小时，要么就是睡觉，要么就是梳洗。他在俱乐部即便活动活动，也准是在那铺着镶花地板的过厅里，或是回廊上踱踱方步。这走廊上部装着蓝花玻璃的拱顶，下面撑着二十根红云斑石的希腊爱奥尼式的圆柱子。不论是晚餐午餐，俱乐部的厨房、菜肴贮藏柜、食品供应处、鲜鱼供应处和牛奶房总要给他送来味道鲜美、营养丰富的食品；那些身穿黑礼服、脚登厚绒软底鞋、态度庄重的侍者，总要给他端上一套别致的器皿，放在萨克斯出产的花纹漂亮的桌布上；俱乐部保存的那些式样古朴的水晶杯，也总要为他装满西班牙白葡萄酒、葡萄牙红葡萄酒或是掺着香桂皮、香蕨和肉桂的粉红葡萄酒；为了保持饮料清凉可口，最后还给他送来俱乐部花了很大费用从美洲的湖泊里运来的冰块。

如果过这样生活的人就算是古怪，那也应该承认：这种古怪却也自有它的乐趣。

赛微乐街的住宅并不富丽堂皇，但却十分舒适。因为主人的生活习惯永远没有变化，所以需要佣人做的事也就不多。但是福克先生要求他仅有的一个仆人在日常工作中一定要按部就班，准确而又有规律。就在10月2日那一天，福克先生辞退了他的仆人詹姆斯·伏斯特，他被辞退的原因仅仅是：他本来应该替主人送来华氏八十六度剃胡子用的热水，但他送来的却是华氏八十四度的热水。现在伏斯特正在等候来接替他的新仆人。这人应该十一点到十一点半之间来。

福克先生四平八稳地坐在安乐椅上，双脚并拢得象受检阅的士兵一样，两手按在膝盖上，挺着身子，昂着脑袋，全神贯注地看着挂钟指针在移动——这只挂钟是一种计时，计分，计秒，计日，计星期，计月，又计年的复杂机器。按照他每天的习惯，钟一敲十一点半，他就离家到改良俱乐部去。

就在这时候，福克先生在小客厅里听到外面有人敲门。

被辞退的那个詹姆斯·伏斯特走了进来。

“新佣人来了。”他说。

一个三十来岁的小伙子走了进来，向福克先生行了个礼。

“你是法国人吗？你叫约翰吗？”福克先生问。

“我叫若望，假使老爷不反对的话，”新来的仆人回答说，“路路通是我的外号。凭这个名字，可以说明我天生就有精于办事的能耐。先生，我自信还是个诚实人，但是说实在话我干过很多种行业了。我作过闯江湖的歌手，当过马戏班的演员，我能象雷奥达一样在悬空的秋千架上飞腾，我能象布龙丹一样在绳索上跳舞；后来，为了使我的才能更发挥作用，我又当过体育教练。最后，我在巴黎作消防队班长，在这一段经历中，我还救过几场惊险的火灾呢。可是，到现在我离开法国已经五年了。因为我想尝尝当管家的生活滋味，所以才在英国当亲随佣人。如今我没有工作，知道您福克先生是联合王国里最讲究准确、最爱安静的人，所以就上您这儿来了，希望能在您府上安安静静地吃碗安稳饭，希望能忘记以往的一切，连我这个名字路路通也忘……”

“路路通这个名字倒满合我的口味，”主人回答说，“别人已经向我介绍过你的情况。我知道你有很多优点。你可知道在我这里工作的条件吗？”

“知道，先生。”

“那就好，现在你的表几点？”

路路通伸手从裤腰上的表口袋里掏出一只大银表，回答说：

“十一点二十二分。”

“你的表慢了，”福克先生说。

“请您别见怪，先生，我的表是不会慢的。”

“你的表慢了四分钟。不过不要紧，你只要记住所差的时间就行了。好吧，从现在算起，1872年10月2号星期三上午十一时二十九分开始，你就是我的佣人了。”

说罢，福克先生站起身来，左手拿起帽子，用一种机械的动作把帽子往头上一戴，一声不响地就走了。

路路通听到大门头一回关起来的声音：这是他的新主人出去了。不一会儿，又听见大门第二回关起来的声音：这是原先的仆人詹姆斯·伏斯特出去了。

现在赛微乐街的寓所里只剩下路路通一个人了。

八十天环游地球（AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 DAYS）-2
`Faith,' muttered Passepartout, somewhat flurried, `I've seen people at Madame Tussaud's as lively as my new master!'

Madame Tussaud's `people,' let it be said, are of wax, and are much visited in London; speech is all that is wanting to make them human.

During his brief interview with Mr Fogg, Passepartout had been carefully observing him. He appeared to be a man about forty years of age, with fine, handsome features, and a tall, well - shaped figure; his hair and whiskers were light, his forehead compact and unwrinkled, his face rather pale, his teeth magnificent. His countenance possessed in the highest degree what physiognomists call `repose in action,' a quality of those who act rather than talk. Calm and phlegmatic, with a clear eye, Mr Fogg seemed a perfect type of that English composure which Angelica Kauffmann has so skilfully represented on canvas. Seen in the various phases of his daily life, he gave the idea of being perfectly well-balanced, as exactly regulated as a Leroy chronometer. Phileas Fogg was, indeed, exactitude personified, and this was betrayed even in the expression of his very hands and feet; for in men, as well as in animals, the limbs themselves are expressive of the passions.

He was so exact that he was never in a hurry, was always ready, and was economical alike of his steps and his motions. He never took one step too many, and always went to his destination by the shortest cut; he made no superfluous gestures, and was never seen to be moved or agitated. He was the most deliberate person in the world, yet always reached his destination at the exact moment.

He lived alone, and so to speak, outside of every social relation; and as he knew that in this world account must be taken of friction, and that friction retards, he never rubbed against anybody.

As for Passepartout, he was a true Parisian of Paris. Since he had abandoned his own country for England, taking service as a valet, he had in vain searched for a master after his own heart. Passepartout was by no means one of those pert dunces depicted by Molière, with a bold gaze and a nose held high in the air; he was an honest fellow, with a pleasant face, lips a trifle protruding, soft - mannered and serviceable, with a good round head, such as one likes to see on the shoulders of a friend. His eyes were blue, his complexion rubicund, his figure almost portly and well - built, his body muscular, and his physical powers fully developed by the exercises of his younger days. His brown hair was somewhat tumbled; for while the ancient sculptors are said to have known eighteen methods of arranging Minerva's tresses, Passepartout was familiar with but one of dressing his own: three strokes of a large - tooth comb completed his toilet.

It would be rash to predict how Passepartout's lively nature would agree with Mr Fogg. It was impossible to tell whether the new servant would turn out as absolutely methodical as his master required; experience alone could solve the question. Passepartout had been a sort of vagrant in his early years, and now yearned for repose; but so far he had failed to find it, though he had already served in ten English houses. But he could not take root in any of these; with chagrin he found his masters invariably whimsical and irregular, constantly running about the country, or on the look-out for adventure. His last master, young Lord Longferry, Member of Parliament, after passing his nights in the Haymarket taverns, was too often brought home in the morning on policemen's shoulders. Passepartout, desirous of respecting the gentleman whom he served, ventured a mild remonstrance on such conduct; which being ill-received, he took his leave. Hearing that Mr Phileas Fogg was looking for a servant, and that his life was one of unbroken regularity, that he neither travelled nor stayed from home overnight, he felt sure that this would be the place he was after. He presented himself, and was accepted, as has been seen.

At half-past eleven, then, Passepartout found himself alone in the house in Saville Row. He began its inspection without delay, scouring it from cellar to garret. So clean, well-arranged, solemn a mansion pleased him; it seemed to him like a snail's shell, lighted and warmed by gas, which sufficed for both these purposes. When Passepartout reached the second storey he recognized at once the room which he was to inhabit, and he was well satisfied with it. Electric bells and speaking tubes afforded communication with the lower stories; while on the mantel stood an electric clock, precisely like that in Mr Fogg's bedchamber, both beating the same second at the same instant. `That's good, that'll do,' said Passepartout to himself.

He suddenly observed, hung over the clock, a card which, upon inspection, proved to be a programme of the daily routine of the house. It comprised all that was required of the servant, from eight in the morning, exactly at which hour Phileas Fogg rose, till half-past eleven, when he left the house for the Reform Club, - all the details of service, the tea and toast at twenty-three minutes past eight, the shaving-water at thirty-seven minutes past nine, and the toilet at twenty minutes before ten. Everything was regulated and foreseen that was to be done from half-past eleven a.m. till midnight, the hour at which the methodical gentleman retired.

Mr Fogg's wardrobe was amply supplied and in the best taste. Each pair of trousers, coat, and vest bore a number, indicating the time of year and season at which they were in turn to be laid out for wearing; and the same system was applied to the master's shoes. In short, the house in Saville Row, which must have been a very temple of disorder and unrest under the illustrious but dissipated Sheridan, was cosiness, comfort, and method idealized. There was no study, nor were there books, which would have been quite useless to Mr Fogg; for at the Reform two libraries, one of general literature and the other of law and politics, were at his service. A moderate sized safe stood in his bedroom, constructed so as to defy fire as well as burglars; but Passepartout found neither arms nor hunting weapons anywhere; everything betrayed the most tranquil and peaceable habits.

Having scrutinized the house from top to bottom, he rubbed his hands, a broad smile overspread his features, and he said joyfully, `This is just what I wanted! Ah, we shall get on together, Mr Fogg and I! What a domestic and regular gentleman! A real machine; well, I don't mind serving a machine.'

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路路通开始觉得有点儿奇怪，自言自语地说：“说真的，我在杜叟太太家里看见的那些‘好好先生’跟我现在的这位主人简直没有一点差别！”

这儿应该交代一下：杜叟太太家里的那些“好好先生”是用蜡做的，在伦敦经常有很多人去欣赏。这种蜡人做得活象真的，就只差会说话罢了。

路路通在刚才和福克先生见面的短短几分钟里，就已经把他这位未来的主人又快又仔细地观察了一番。看来这人该有四十上下，面容清秀而端庄，高高的个儿虽然略微有点胖，但是并不因此损及他翩翩的风采。金褐色的头发和胡须，光溜平滑的前额，连太阳穴上也看不到一条皱纹。面色净白，并不红润，一口牙齿，整齐美观。他的个人修养显然很高，已经达到了如相士们所说的“虽动犹静”的地步。凡是“多做事，少扯淡”的人所具有的特点他都有。安详，冷静，眼皮一眨不眨，眼珠明亮有神，简直是那种冷静的英国人最标准的典型。这种人在联合王国里是司空见惯的。昂·高夫曼的妙笔，常把他们画成多少带点学究气的人物。从福克先生日常生活看来，人们有一种印象，觉得这位绅士的一举一动都是不轻不重，不偏不倚，恰如其分，简直象李罗阿或是伊恩萧的精密测时计一样准确。事实上，福克本人就是个准确性的化身，这一点从他两只手和两只脚的动作上就可以很清楚地看出来。因为人类的四肢，和其他动物的四肢一样，本身就是表达感情的器官。

福克先生是这样的一种人，生活按部就班，行动精密准确，从来不慌不忙，凡事总有准备，甚至连迈几步，动几动，都有一定的节制。福克先生从不多走一步路，走道总是抄最近的走。他决不无故地朝天花板看一眼，也不无故地做一个手势，他从来没有激动过，也从来没有苦恼过。他是世界上最不性急的人，但也从来没有因迟到而误过事。至于他生活孤独，甚至可以说与世隔绝，这一点，人们是会理解的。他觉得在生活中总要和别人交往，总会发生争执，这就会耽误事，因此，他从不与人交往，从不与人争执。

提起若望，他又叫路路通，是个土生土长的道地的巴黎人。他在英国待了五年，一直在伦敦给人当亲随佣人。但他始终没有找到过一个合适的主人。

路路通丝毫不是福龙丹、马斯加里勒那一流的人。他们只不过是些耸肩昂首、目空一切、装腔作势、瞪眼无情的下流痞子罢了，而路路通却不是那种人，他是个很正派的大小伙子，他的相貌很讨人喜欢。他的嘴唇稍微翘起，看来象是准备要尝尝什么东西，亲亲什么人似的。长在他双肩上的这个圆圆的脑袋使人们有一种和蔼可亲的感觉，他真是个殷勤而又温和的人。在他那红光满面的脸膛上有一双碧蓝色的眼晴。他的脸相当胖，胖得自己都能看到自己的颧骨。他身躯魁梧，肩宽腰圆，肌肉结实，而且力大非凡。他所以有这样健壮的体格，都是他青年时代锻炼的结果，他那棕色的头发总是乱蓬蓬的，如果说古代雕塑家懂得密涅瓦十八种处理头发的技艺，那么路路通却只懂得一种：拿起粗齿梳子，刷，刷，刷！三下，就完事大吉。

不管是谁只要稍微考虑一下，都不会说这小伙子嘻嘻哈哈大大咧咧的性格会跟福克的脾气合得来。他是否有象主人所要求的那样百分之百的准确性呢？这只有到使唤他的时候才能看得出来。人们知道，路路通青年时代曾经历过一段东奔西走的流浪生活，现在他很希望稳定下来，好休息休息。他听到人家夸奖英国人有条有理一丝不苟的作风和典型的冷静的绅士气派，于是就跑到英国来碰运气了。可是直到目前为止，命运就是不帮他的忙，他在任何地方都扎不住根。他先后换了十家人家，这十家的人都是些性情希奇，脾气古怪，到处冒险，四海为家的人。这对路路通说来，是不合他的口味的。他最后的一位东家是年轻的国会议员浪斯费瑞爵士。这位爵士老爷晚上经常光顾海依市场的牡蛎酒吧，往往叫警察把他给背回来。路路通为了不失对主人的尊敬，曾经冒险向爵士老爷恭恭敬敬地提了些很有分寸的意见。可是结果爵士老爷大发雷霆，路路通就不干了。赶巧这时候，他听说福克先生要找一个佣人，他打听了一下关于这位绅士的情况，知道他的生活是十分规律化的，既不在外面住宿，又不出门旅行，连一天也没有远离过住宅。跟这个人当差，对路路通是太合适了。所以他就登门谒见了福克先生，把这件差事正如我们前面所说的那样谈妥了。

十一点半敲过，赛微乐街的住宅里，只剩下路路通一个人。他马上开始把整个住宅巡视一番，从地窖到阁楼处处都跑遍了。看来这幢房子整齐、清洁、庄严、朴素，而且非常舒适方便。这一下子路路通可开心啦。这所房子对他来说就是个贴体舒适的蜗牛壳。但是这个蜗牛壳是用瓦斯照亮的，因为只用瓦斯就能满足这里一切照明和取暖的需要了。路路通在三楼上一点没有费事就找到了指定给他住的房子。这间房子挺合他的心意。里头还装着电铃和传话筒，可以跟地下室和二层楼的各个屋子联系。壁炉上面有个电挂钟，它跟福克先生卧室里的挂钟对好了钟点。两个钟准确地同时敲响，一秒钟也不差。

“这太好了，我这一国可称心如意了！”路路通自言自语地说。

他在自己的房间里看见一张注意事项表，贴在挂钟顶上。这是他每天工作的项目——从早上八点钟福克先生起床的时候开始一直到十一点半福克先生去俱乐部吃午饭为止——所有的工作细节：八点二十三分送茶和烤面包，九点三十六分送刮胡子的热水，九点四十分理发……然后从上午十一点半一直到夜间十二点——这位有条不紊的绅士睡觉的时候，所有该做的事，统统都写在上面，交代得清清楚楚。路路通高高兴兴地把这张工作表细细地琢磨了一番。并把各种该做的事都牢牢地记在心上。

福克先生的衣柜里面装得满满的，各种服装都有，简直是应有尽有。每一条裤子，每一件上衣，甚至每一件背心，都标上一个按次排列的号码。这些号码同样又写在取用和收藏衣物的登记簿上。随着季节的更替，登记簿上还注明：哪天该轮到穿哪一套衣服，就连穿什么鞋子，也同样有一套严格的规定。

总之，赛微乐街的这所房子，在那位大名鼎鼎、放荡不羁的西锐登住在这里的时代，是个乌七八糟的地方，如今陈设得非常幽美，叫人一看就有轻松愉快的感觉。这儿没有藏书室，甚至连书也没有一本。这一点对福克先生说来没有必要，因为俱乐部里有两个图书馆，一个是文艺书籍图书馆，另一个是法律和政治书籍图书馆，都可供他随意阅览。在他卧室里面，有个不大不小的保险柜，制造得非常坚固，既能防火，又可防贼。在他住宅里面，绝无武器，无论是打猎用的，或者是打仗用的，统统没有。这里的一切都标志着主人的好静的性格。

路路通把这所住宅仔仔细细地察看一番之后，他情不自禁地搓着双手，宽宽的脸膛上露出洋洋得意的笑容，于是左一遍右一遍兴高采烈地说：

“这太好了，这正是我的差事，福克先生跟我，我们俩准会合得来。他是一个不爱出去走动的人，他作事一板一眼活象一架机器！妙呀！伺候一架机器，我是没有什么抱怨的了。”

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八十天环游地球（AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 DAYS）-3
Phileas Fogg, having shut the door of his house at half-past eleven, and having put his right foot before his left five hundred and seventy-five times, and his left foot before his right five hundred and seventy-six times, reached the Reform Club, an imposing edifice in Pall Mall, which could not have cost less than three millions. He repaired at once to the dining-room, the nine windows of which open upon a tasteful garden, where the trees were already gilded with an autumn colouring; and took his place at the habitual table, the cover of which had already been laid for him. His breakfast consisted of a side-dish, a broiled fish with Reading sauce, a scarlet slice of roast beef garnished with mushrooms, a rhubarb and gooseberry tart, and a morsel of Cheshire cheese, the whole being washed down with several cups of tea, for which the Reform is famous. He rose at thirteen minutes to one, and directed his steps towards the large hall, a sumptuous apartment adorned with lavishly-framed paintings. A flunkey handed him an uncut Times, which he proceeded to cut with a skill which betrayed familiarity with this delicate operation. The perusal of this paper absorbed Phileas Fogg until a quarter before four, whilst the Standard, his next task, occupied him till the dinner hour. Dinner passed as breakfast had done, and Mr Fogg reappeared in the reading-room and sat down to the Pall Mall at twenty minutes before six. Half-an-hour later several members of the Reform came in and drew up to the fireplace, where a coal fire was steadily burning. They were Mr Fogg's usual partners at whist: Andrew Stuart, an engineer; John Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin, bankers; Thomas Flanagan, a brewer; and Gauthier Ralph, one of the Directors of the Bank of England; - all rich and highly respectable personages, even in a club which comprises the princes of English trade and finance.

`Well, Ralph,' said Thomas Flanagan, `what about that robbery?'

`Oh,' replied Stuart; `the bank will lose the money.'

`On the contrary,' broke in Ralph, `I hope we may put our hands on the robber. Skilful detectives have been sent to all the principal ports of America and the Continent, and he'll be a clever fellow if he slips through their fingers.'

`But have you got the robber's description?' asked Stuart.

`In the first place he is no robber at all,' returned Ralph, positively.

`What! a fellow who makes off with fifty - five thousand pounds, no robber?'

`No.'

`Perhaps he's a manufacturer, then.'

`The Daily Telegraph says that he is a gentleman.'

It was Phileas Fogg, whose head now emerged from behind his newspapers, who made this remark. He bowed to his friends, and entered into the conversation. The affair which formed its subject, and which was town talk, had occurred three days before at the Bank of England. A package of bank-notes, to the value of fifty-five thousand pounds, had been taken from the principal cashier's table, that functionary being at the moment engaged in registering the receipt of three shillings and sixpence. Of course he could not have his eyes everywhere. Let it be observed that the Bank of England reposes a touching confidence in the honesty of the public. There are neither guards nor gratings to protect its treasures; gold, silver, bank-notes are freely exposed, at the merry of the first comer. A keen observer of English customs relates that, being in one of the rooms of the Bank one day, he had the curiosity to examine a gold ingot weighing some seven or eight pounds. He took it up, scrutinized it, passed it to his neighbour, he to the next man, and so on until the ingot, going from hand to hand, was transferred to the end of a dark entry; nor did it return to its place for half-an-hour. Meanwhile, the cashier had not so much as raised his head. But in the present instance things had not gone so smoothly. The package of notes not being found when five o'clock sounded from the ponderous clock in the `drawing office,' the amount was passed to the account of profit and loss. As soon as the robbery was discovered, picked detectives hastened off to Liverpool, Glasgow, Havre, Suez, Brindisi, New York, and other ports, inspired by the proffered reward of two thousand pounds, and five per cent on the sum that might be recovered. Detectives were also charged with narrowly watching those who arrived at or left London by rail, and a judicial examination was at once entered upon.

There were real grounds for supposing, as the Daily Telegraph said, that the thief did not belong to a professional band. On the day of the robbery a well-dressed gentleman of polished manners, and with a well-to-do air, had been observed going to and fro in the paying-room, where the crime was committed. A description of him was easily procured and sent to the detectives; and some hopeful spirits, of whom Ralph was one, did not despair of his apprehension. The papers and clubs were full of the affair, and everywhere people were discussing the probabilities of a successful pursuit; and the Reform Club was especially agitated, several of its members being Bank officials.

Ralph would not concede that the work of the detectives was likely to be in vain, for he thought that the prize offered would greatly stimulate their zeal and activity. But Stuart was far from sharing this confidence; and as they placed themselves at the whist-table, they continued to argue the matter. Stuart and Flanagan played together, while Phileas Fogg had Fallentin for his partner. As the game proceeded the conversation ceased, excepting between the rubbers, when it revived again.

`I maintain,' said Stuart, `that the chances are favour of the thief, who must be a shrewd fellow.'

Well, but where can he fly to?' asked Ralph. `No country is safe for him.'

`Pshaw!'

`Where could he go, then?'

`Oh, I don't know that. The world is big enough.'

`It was once,' said Phileas Fogg, in a low tone. `Cut, sir,' he added, handing the cards to Thomas Flanagan.

The discussion fell during the rubber, after which Stuart took up its thread.

`What do you mean by "once"? Has the world grown smaller?'

`Certainly,' returned Ralph. `I agree with Mr Fogg. The world has grown smaller, since a man can now go round it ten times more quickly than a hundred years ago. And that is why the search for this thief will be more likely to succeed.'

`And also why the thief can get away more easily.'

`Be so good as to play, Mr Stuart,' said Phileas Fogg.

But the incredulous Stuart was not convinced, and when the hand was finished, Said eagerly: `You have a strange way, Ralph, of proving that the world has grown smaller. So, because you can go round it in three months--'

`In eighty days,' interrupted Phileas Fogg.

`That is true, gentlemen,' added John Sullivan.

`Only eighty days, now that the section between Rothal and Allahabad, on the Great Indian Peninsula Railway, has been opened. Here is the estimate made by the Daily Telegraph:--

From London to Suez via Mont Cenis and Brindisi, by rail and steamboats 7 days.
From Suez to Bombay, by steamer 13 "

From Bombay to Calcutta, by rail 3 "

From Calcutta to Hong Kong, by steamer - - - - - 13 "

From Hong Kong to Yokohama (Japan), by steamer - - - - 6 "

From Yokohama to San Francisco, by steamer---------------------------- 22 "

From San Francisco to New York, by rail---------------------------- - 7 "

From New York to London, by steamer and rail-------------- 9 "

Total------------- 80 days.

`Yes, in eighty days!' exclaimed Stuart, who in his excitement made a false deal. `But that doesn't take into account bad weather, contrary winds, ship-wrecks, railway accidents, and so on.'
`All included,' returned Phileas Fogg, continuing to play despite the discussion.

`But suppose the Hindoos or Indians pull up the rails,' replied Stuart; `suppose they stop the trains, pillage the luggage-vans, and scalp the passengers!'

`All included,' calmly retorted Fogg; adding, as he threw down the cards, `Two trumps.'

Stuart, whose turn it was to deal, gathered them up, and went on: `You are right, theoretically, Mr Fogg, but practically--'

`Practically also, Mr Stuart.'

`I'd like to see you do it in eighty days.'

`It depends on you. Shall we go?'

`Heaven preserve me! But I would wager four thousand pounds that such a journey, made under these conditions, is impossible.'

`Quite possible, on the contrary,' returned Mr Fogg.

`Well, make it, then!'

`The journey round the world in eighty days?'

`Yes.'

`I should like nothing better.'

`When?'

`At once. Only I warn you that I shall do it at your expense.'

`It's absurd!' cried Stuart, who was beginning to be annoyed at the persistency of his friend. `Come, let's go on with the game.'

`Deal over again, then,' said Phileas Fogg. `There's a false deal.'

Stuart took up the pack with a feverish hand; then suddenly put them down again.

`Well, Mr Fogg,' said he, `it shall be so: I will wager the four thousand on it.'

`Calm yourself, my dear Stuart,' said Fallentin. `It's only a joke.'

`When I say I'll wager,' returned Stuart, `I mean it.'

`All right,' said Mr Fogg; and turning to the others he continued: `I have a deposit of twenty thousand at Baring's which I will willingly risk upon it.'

`Twenty thousand pounds!' cried Sullivan. `Twenty thousand pounds, which you would lose by a single accidental delay!'

`The unforeseen does not exist,' quietly replied Phileas Fogg.

`But, Mr Fogg, eighty days are only the estimate of the least possible time in which the journey can be made.'

`A well - used minimum suffices for everything.'

`But, in order not to exceed it, you must jump mathematically from the trains upon the steamers, and from the steamers upon the trains again.'

`I will jump-mathematically.'

`You are joking.'

`A true Englishman doesn't joke when he is talking about so serious a thing as a wager,' replied Phileas Fogg, solemnly. `I will bet twenty thousand pounds against anyone who wishes, that I will make the tour of the world in eighty days or less; in nineteen hundred and twenty hours, or a hundred and fifteen thousand two hundred minutes. Do you accept?'

`We accept,' replied Messrs Stuart, Fallentin, Sullivan, Flanagan, and Ralph, after consulting each other.

`Good,' said Mr Fogg. `The train leaves for Dover at a quarter before nine. I will take it.'

`This very evening?' asked Stuart.

`This very evening,' returned Phileas Fogg. He took out and consulted a pocket almanac, and added, `As to-day is Wednesday, the second of October, I shall be due in London, in this very room of the Reform Club, on Saturday, the twenty-first of December, at a quarter before nine p.m.; or else the twenty thousand pounds, now deposited in my name at Baring's, will belong to you, in fact and in right, gentlemen. Here is a cheque for the amount.'

A memorandum of the wager was at once drawn up and signed by the six parties, during which Phileas Fogg preserved a stoical composure. He certainly did not bet to win, and had only staked the twenty thousand pounds, half of his fortune, because he foresaw that he might have to expend the other half to carry out this difficult, not to say unattainable, project. As for his antagonists, they seemed much agitated; not so much by the value of their stake, as because they had some scruples about betting under conditions so difficult to their friend.

The clock struck seven, and the party offered to suspend the game so that Mr Fogg might make his preparations for departure.

`I am quite ready now,' was his tranquil response.

`Diamonds are trumps: be so good as to play, gentlemen.'

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早上十一点半，福克先生照例走出赛微乐街住宅。他右脚在左脚前移动了五百七十五次，左脚在右脚前面移动了五百七十六次之后，就到了改良俱乐部。这是一座高大的建筑物，矗立在宝马尔大街上，盖这样一个俱乐部，至少也要花三百万英镑。

福克先生直接走进餐厅，里面朝着花园的九个窗子都打开了。花园里的树木已被秋天抹上了一层金黄的色彩。在餐厅里，他坐在一向坐惯的老地方，桌上刀叉食具，都已摆好。这顿午餐包括有：一盘小吃，一盘加上等辣酱油的烹鱼块，一盘深红色的烤牛肉配着香大黄和青醋栗果，另外还有一块干酪。吃完之后，再喝上几杯俱乐部特备的好茶。把这些美食，一冲了事。

十二点四十七分，这位绅士从餐室起身走向大厅。那是一间富丽堂皇的屋子，装饰着许多绘画，每张画上都镶有装璜讲究的画框。在大客厅里，侍者递给福克一份还没有裁开的《泰晤士报》。于是他就用熟练的双手，按版裁开，这原是一件挺麻烦的事，但从他的动作可以说明他已经是驾轻就熟习以为常了。他看这份报纸，一直要看到三点四十五分，接着再看刚到的《标准报》，一直看到吃晚饭。用晚餐的情况和午餐一样，只是多加了一道上等英国蜜饯果品而已。

五点四十分，他又回到大厅，专心精读《每日晨报》。

半小时后，有些改良俱乐部的会员也都进到大客厅里，挨近生着炭火的壁炉。这几位是和福克一起玩纸牌的老伙伴，跟福克一样，全是“惠司脱”迷。其中安得露·斯图阿特是工程师，约翰·苏里万和撒木耳·法郎丹是银行家，多玛斯·弗拉纳刚是啤酒商，高杰·弱夫是英国国家银行董事会董事。这些人既有金饯，又有声望，在俱乐部的会员中，也都称得起是金融工商界拔尖儿的人物。

“喂，弱夫先生，”多玛斯·弗拉纳刚问道，“这件盗窃案到底怎么样了？”

“得啦，”安得露·斯图阿特插嘴说，“还不是归银行赔几个钱算了！”

“我的看法跟您相反，”高杰·弱夫说，“我想我们会逮住这个贼的。警察厅已经在美洲欧洲所有重要的进出港口布置了许多十分机警能干的侦探。依我看，这位梁上君子要想逃脱侦探的手掌，那是很困难的。”

“那末，是不是已经有了线索？”安得露·斯图阿特接着问。

“我首先要说明，那人并不是个贼，”高杰·弱夫郑重其事地说。

“怎么！？偷了五万五千镑钞票还不是个贼？”

“不是贼，”高杰·弱夫说。

“难道还是个企业家？”约翰·苏里万问道。

“《每日晨报》肯定地说他是一位绅士。”

说这句话的人不是别人，正是福克。他从报纸里探出头来，向大家致意，大伙也都还礼。

他们谈到的事情正是联合王国各种报纸争辩得热火朝天的问题。这事发生在三天以前，那天是9月29日，一大叠钞票价值五万五千镑的巨款，竟从英国国家银行总出纳员的小柜台上被人偷走了。

银行副总裁高杰·弱夫先生向那些认为这件盗窃案发生得太容易因而感到惊奇的人们作了一番解释，他说：“那时，出纳员正在忙着记一笔三先令六便士的收款账，他的眼睛当然不可能处处都看到。”

现在，最好先在这儿把这银行的情况介绍一下，那就更容易把事情搞清楚了。这座刮刮叫的英国国家银行似乎非常信任顾客公众的人格。银行里既没有警卫员，又没有守门人，甚至连出纳柜上也没装铁丝网。金钱钞票随意放着，那就是说，任凭哪位顾客爱怎么动，就怎么动。谁也不会怀疑哪一位顾客是否诚实可靠。有位对英国习惯十分熟悉的观察家，甚至这样说：有一天，在英国国家银行的一个大厅里，他好奇地挨近前去，想把一块七八斤重的金块看个究竟。当时，这块金子就放在出纳员的小柜台上，他拿起这块金子，看了以后就传给了别人。这样一个传一个，一直传到走廊黑暗的尽头。过了半小时，这块金子才回到原来的地方。在这半个钟头里，出纳员连头也没抬一抬。

但是，9月29号这一天，情况就完全两样了。一捆钞票竟然一去不返。当挂在汇兑处上面的挂钟敲响五点的时候，下班的时间到了，英国国家银行只好把这五万五千英镑记在损益账上。

当然完全可以肯定这是一件盗窃案了。一批最干练的警员和密探派到了各个主要的港口如：利物浦、格拉斯哥、哈佛、苏伊士、布林迪西、纽约等地。谁能破案谁就将获得两千英镑（合五万金法郎）的奖金，而且还外加追回赃款的百分之五作为报酬。这些侦探一面等待已经开始的调查工作所提供的材料，一面在各港口仔细地侦察所有来来往往的旅客。

可是，人们有理由这样设想——《每日晨报》恰好也是这么说：“作此案者，绝非英国现有任何盗贼帮会的成员。9月29日，曾有一位衣冠楚楚、气派文雅的绅士，出现于付款大厅即盗窃案发生之现场，徘徊良久。根据调查结果，已相当准确地掌握此人之外貌特征，并已及时通知英国及欧洲大陆所有警探。”——这样一来，一些有见识的人（高杰·弱夫是其中之一），就认为完全有理由相信这个贼谁是溜不掉了。

正如人们所料，这件事已经变成了伦敦和整个英国当前主要的话题。人们到处争辩着这件盗窃案，有的慷慨激昂地认定首都警察厅能破案，有的热情洋溢地断言不能破案。所以人们听到改良俱乐部的会员们，其中甚至还有一位国家银行副总裁也在谈论这个问题，当然不会感到奇怪。

高贵的高杰·弱夫先生确信能够侦察出结果来，他估计这笔奖金会大大鼓舞侦探人员的热情和启发他们的智慧。但他的会友安得露·斯图阿特却没有这种信心，于是，这些绅士们就继续争辩下去。他们围坐在牌桌的四周，斯图阿特坐在弗拉纳刚的对面；法郎丹坐在斐利亚·福克的对面。在打着牌的时候，他们不说话，但等到一局结束算分的时候，中断了的争论又重新热烈地展开了。

“我认为这个贼能够逃掉。他准是个挺机灵的人！”安得露·斯图阿特说。

“算了吧！”弱夫回答说，“他能逃到哪儿，什么地方都逃不了！”

“哪儿的话！”

“你说他往哪儿逃？”

“这我不知道，”安得露·斯图阿特回答说，“可是，无论如何，世界上能去的地方多着哪！”

“那是过去的情况了……”福克小声地说，接着他拿起洗好的牌，向多玛斯·弗拉纳刚说，“该您倒牌，先生。”

打牌的时候，争论暂时中止。可是不久，安得露·斯图阿特又扯起来了，他说：

“什么，那是过去的情况！？难道现在地球缩小了？”

“的确如此，”高杰·弱夫说，“我的看法跟福克先生一样，地球是缩小了。如今环游地球一周，比起一百年前，速度要加快十倍！这就使我们所谈的这件案子破案的速度加快了。”

“那个贼逃跑起来，岂不照样也更方便了吗！”

“斯图阿特先生，该您出牌！”福克说。

可是固执的斯图阿特仍旧不服输。一局牌打完，他又扯起来了：

“弱夫先生，您应该承认，地球缩小了，这是一种开玩笑的说法！您所以这样说，是因为如今花三个月的时间就能绕地球一周……”

“只要八十天，”福克接着说。

“事实上也是这样，先生们，”约翰·苏里万插嘴说。“自从大印度半岛铁路的柔佐到阿拉哈巴德段通车以来，八十天足够了。您瞧，《每日晨报》上还登了一张时间表：

自伦敦至苏伊士途经悉尼山与布林迪西（火车、船）……7天

自苏伊士至孟买（船）………………………………………13天

自孟买至加尔各答（火车）…………………………………3天

自加尔各答至中国香港（船）………………………………13天

自香港至日本横滨（船）……………………………………6天

自横滨至旧金山（船）………………………………………22天

自旧金山至纽约（火车）……………………………………7天

自纽约至伦敦（船、火车）…………………………………9天

总计……………………………………………………………80天

“不错，是八十天！”安得露·斯图阿特喊着说。他一不留神出错了一张王牌。接着他又继续说道：“不过，坏天气、顶头风、海船出事、火车出轨等等事故都不计算在内。”

“这些全都算进去了，”福克先生一边说着，一边继续打着牌，这回争论，就顾不得遵守打“惠司脱”必须保持安静的规矩了。

“可是印度的土人，或者美洲的印第安人会把铁路钢轨撬掉呢，”安得露·斯图阿特嚷着说。“他们会截住火车，抢劫行李，还要剥下旅客的头皮！这您也算上了？”

“不管发生什么事故，反正八十天都算上了，”福克一面回答，一面把牌放到桌上，接着说：“两张王牌。”

现在轮到安得露·斯图阿特洗牌，他一面收牌，一面说：“福克先生，您在理论上是对的，可是实际做起来……”

“实际做起来也是八十天，斯图阿特先生。、

“我倒想看看您怎么做。”

“那全凭您的决定，咱们俩可以一道去。”

“上帝保佑，我才不去呢，那绝不可能！”斯图阿特大声说。“我敢拿四千英镑打赌，八十天内环绕地球一周，是绝对不可能的。”

“正相反，完全可能。”福克回答说。

“好吧！那您就试试吧！”

“要我八十天绕地球一周？”

“是啊。”

“好，我同意。”

“您什么时候动身？”

“马上动身。不过——我得先跟您说清楚，这笔旅费将来得您拿出来。”

“这简直是发神经了！”安得露·斯图阿特嚷着说，因为福克先生一再坚持争论，他开始沉不住气了。他接着说：“算了，别谈这些了，咱们还是打牌吧。”

“您重新洗牌吧，牌发错了，”福克回答说。

安得露·斯图阿特用他那激动得有些发热的手把牌收起，突然他又把牌往桌上一摊，说：

“好吧！咱们算说定了，福克先生，我跟您赌四千英镑！……”

“亲爱的斯图阿特，冷静点吧！”法郎丹劝解说，“大家不过是说着玩的。”

“我说赌就赌，”安得露·斯图阿特回答说，“决不是说着玩的。”

“好！”福克说着转过身来，对其他几位牌友说，“我有两万英镑在巴林氏兄弟那里，我情愿拿来打赌！……”

“两万镑！”约翰·苏里万叫起来，说，“要是一步没预料到，回来迟了，两万镑就没有了！”

“根本没有预料不到的事，”福克简单地回答说。

“可是，福克先生，八十天的时间是顶起码的呀！”

“顶少的时间，只要好好利用，就能够解决问题。”

“要想不超过八十天，必须极准确地一下火车马上就上船，一下船马上又上火车才行啊！”

“我会准确地掌握。”

“这简直是开玩笑！”

“一个体面的英国人，打赌也象干正经事一样，是绝不开玩笑的，”福克回答说。“我准在八十天内，甚至不用八十天就绕地球一周，也就是说，花一千九百二十小时或者说花十一万五千二百分钟绕地球一周，谁愿意来打赌，我就跟他赌两万英镑。你们来吗？”

斯图阿特、法郎丹、苏里万、弗拉纳刚和弱夫这几位先生商量了一会儿之后，说道：

“我们跟你赌。”

“好！”福克先生说，“到杜伏勒去的火车是八点四十五分开车，我就乘这趟车走。”

“今天晚上就走吗？”斯图阿特问。

“今天晚上就走，”福克先生一边回答，一边看了看袖珍日历，接着说：“今天是10月2号星期三，那么，我应该在12月21号星期六晚上八点四十五分回到伦敦，仍然回到俱乐部这个大厅里。要是我不如期回来，那么我存在巴林氏那里的两万英镑，不论在法律上，或是在事实上都归你们了。先生们，这儿是一张两万英镑的支票。”

一张打赌的字据当场写好，六位当事人立即在上面签了字。福克的态度很冷静，他打赌当然不是为了赢钱，他所以拿出这一笔等于他一半财产的两万英镑打赌，那是因为他已经预料到：一定能拿对方的钱来完成这个计划。而这个计划本身即便不说是不可能，也应该说是很困难。至于他的那些对手，看起来现在是有些紧张，这并不是因为赌注太大，而是因为这种紧张的气氛使他们产生一种踌躇不安的感觉。

这时，钟已敲了七点。他们向福克先生建议停止打牌，好让他在动身前准备准备。

“我已经准备好了，”这位心平气和的绅士一面发牌，一面回答：“我翻的是一张红方块，该您出牌了，斯图阿特先生。”

八十天环游地球（AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 DAYS）-4
Having won twenty guineas at whist, and taken leave of his friends, Phileas Fogg, at twenty-five minutes past seven, left the Reform Club.

Passepartout, who had conscientiously studied the programme of his duties, was more than surprised to see his master guilty of the inexactness of appearing at this unaccustomed hour; for, according to rule, he was not due in Saville Row until precisely midnight.

Mr Fogg repaired to his bedroom, and called out, `Passepartout!'

Passepartout did not reply. It could not be he who was called; it was not the right hour.

`Passepartout!' repeated Mr Fogg, without raising his voice.

Passepartout made his appearance.

`I've called you twice,' observed his master.

`But it is not midnight,' responded the other, showing his watch.

`I know it; I don't blame you. We start for Dover and Calais in ten minutes.'

A puzzled grin overspread Passepartout's round face, clearly he had not comprehended his master.

`Monsieur is going to leave home?'

`Yes,' returned Phileas Fogg. `We are going round the world.'

Passepartout opened wide his eyes, raised his eyebrows, held up his hands, and seemed about to collapse, so overcome was he with stupefied astonishment.

`Round the world!' he murmured.

`In eighty days,' responded Mr Fogg. `So we haven't a moment to lose.'

`But the trunks?' gasped Passepartout, unconsciously swaying his head from right to left.

`We'll have no trunks; only a carpet-bag, with two shirts and three pairs of stockings for me, and the same for you. We'll buy our clothes on the way. Bring down my mackintosh and travelling-cloak, and some stout shoes, though we shall do little walking. Make haste!'

Passepartout tried to reply, but could not. He went out, mounted to his own room, fell into a chair, and muttered: `That's good, that is! And I, who wanted to remain quiet!'

He mechanically set about making the preparations for departure. Around the world in eighty days! Was his master a fool? No. Was this a joke, then? They were going to Dover; good. To Calais; good again. After all, Passepartout, who had been away from France five years, would not be sorry to set foot on his native soil again. Perhaps they would go as far as Paris, and it would do his eyes good to see Paris once more. But surely a gentleman so chary of his steps would stop there; no doubt, - but, then, it was none the less true that he was going away, this so domestic person hitherto!

By eight o'clock Passepartout had packed the modest carpet-bag, containing the wardrobes of his master and himself; then, still troubled in mind, he carefully shut the door of his room, and descended to Mr Fogg.

Mr Fogg was quite ready. Under his arm might have been observed a red-bound copy of `Bradshaw's Continental Railway Steam Transit and General Guide,' with its time-tables showing the arrival and departure of steamers and railways. He took the carpet-bag, opened it, and slipped into it a goodly roll of Bank of England notes, which would pass wherever he might go.

`You have forgotten nothing?' asked he.

`Nothing, monsieur.'

`My mackintosh and cloak?'

`Here they are.'

`Good. Take this carpet-bag,' handing it to Passepartout. `Take good care of it, for there are twenty thousand pounds in it.'

Passepartout nearly dropped the bag, as if the twenty thousand pounds were in gold, and weighted him down.

Master and man then descended, the street-door was double-locked, and at the end of Saville Row they took a cab and drove rapidly to Charing Cross. The cab stopped before the railway station at twenty minutes past eight. Passepartout jumped off the box and followed his master, who, after paying the cabman, was about to enter the station, when a poor beggar-woman, with a child in her arms, her naked feet smeared with mud, her head covered with a wretched bonnet, from which hung a tattered feather, and her shoulders shrouded in a ragged shawl, approached, and mournfully asked for alms.

Mr Fogg took out the twenty guineas he had just won at whist, and handed them to the beggar, saying, `Here, my good woman. I'm glad that I met you'; and passed on.

Passepartout had a moist sensation about the eyes; his masters action touched his susceptible heart.

Two first-class tickets for Paris having been speedily purchased, Mr Fogg was crossing the station to the train, when he perceived his five friends of the Reform.

`Well, gentlemen,' said he, `I'm off, you see; and if you will examine my passport when I get back, you will be able to judge whether I have accomplished the journey agreed upon.'

`Oh, that would be quite unnecessary, Mr Fogg,' said Ralph politely. `We will trust your word, as a gentleman of honour.'

`You do not forget when you are due in London again?' asked Stuart.

`In eighty days; on Saturday, the 21st of December, 1872, at a quarter before nine p.m. Good-bye, gentlemen.

Phileas Fogg and his servant seated themselves in a first-class carriage at twenty minutes before nine; five minutes later the whistle screamed, and the train slowly glided out of the Station.

The night was dark, and a fine, steady rain was falling. Phileas Fogg, snugly ensconced in his corner, did not open his lips. Passepartout, not yet recovered from his stupefaction, clung mechanically to the carpet-bag, with its enormous treasure.

Just as the train was whirling through Sydenham, Passepartout suddenly uttered a cry of despair.

`What's the matter?' asked Mr Fogg.

`Alas! In my hurry - I - I forgot--'

`What?'

`To turn off the gas in my room!'

`Very well, young man,' returned Mr Fogg, coolly; `it will burn - at your expense.'

译文：

福克先生这次打牌赢了二十来个基尼。七点二十五分，他辞别了那些高贵的会友，离开了改良俱乐部。七点五十分，他推开了自家的大门，回到家里。

路路通已经很仔细地研究过自己的工作日程。现在看见福克先生破例提前回家，感到非常奇怪，因为按照那张注意事项表，这位住在赛微乐街的绅士应该晚上十二点回家。

福克先生首先上楼回到自己房里，然后呼唤：“路路通！”

路路通没回答，现在本来就不该叫他，因为还没到时候。

“路路通，”福克先生又叫了一声，可是这一声并不比刚才高。

路路通进来了。

“我叫你叫了两声了。”福克先生说。

“可是现在还没到晚上十二点。”路路通一面看着手里拿着的表，一面回答说。

“我知道，”福克先生说，“我并不是责备你。十分钟以后，我们就要动身到杜伏勒和加来去。”

这个法国人圆圆的面孔上露出一副窘相。显然他以为自己听错了，于是问道：

“先生，您要出远门吗？”

“是的，”福克先生回答说，“我们要去环游地球。”

路路通眼睛睁得大大的，眉毛眼皮直往上翻，两臂下垂，整个身子都软瘫了，由于吃惊而产生的各种怪象都在他身上表现出来了。

“环——游——地——球？！”他嘴里咕哝着。

“对，八十天，环游地球，”福克先生回答说，“所以，我们现在一分钟也不能耽搁了。”

“可是，咱们的行李呢？”路路通说着，不由地把脑袋左右直摇晃。

“用不着什么行李，带个旅行袋就成了。里面放两件羊毛衫、三双袜子，等我们出发以后，在路上再给你照样买一套，你去把我的雨衣和旅行毯拿来。你应该带一双结实的鞋子，其实，我们步行的时候很少，也许根本用不着步行。得了，去吧！”

路路通本想说点什么，但说不出来。他离开福克的房间回到自己屋里，一屁股就坐在椅子上，自言自语地说了一句巴黎人常说的俗话：

“好啊，这一下可真够呛，我还打算过安稳日子呢！”

他机械地做着动身前的准备工作。要八十天绕地球一周！我这是跟疯子打交道吗？不会是真的……他大概是在开玩笑？要上杜伏勒去，好吧，还要去加来，行啊，总而言之，出门旅行，这位棒小伙子也并不十分反对。五年以来，他一直没有踏过祖国的大地。这回八成也许会到巴黎去，他能再看看法国的首都当然也很高兴，这位从来不爱多走路的绅上，一定会在巴黎停下来。是的，他确是不爱多走路的，可是，这一回他却真的要出远门了。

八点钟，路路通已经把简单的旅行袋准备好了，里面装着他自己的和主人的衣服。然后，他心神不安地离开了自己的房间，小心地把门锁好，就找福克先生去了。

福克先生也准备好了，他胳臂底下夹着一本布来德肖著的《大陆火车轮船运输总指南》，这本书能给他提供在旅行中所需要的一切指示和说明。他从路路通手中接过旅行袋，打开袋口，顺手塞进一大叠花花绿绿的钞票，这些钞票在世界各地都能通用。

“该办的事都办了吗？没忘记什么？”

“什么也没忘记，先生。”

“我的雨衣和旅行毯呢？”

“喏，在这儿。”

“好极了，拎着这袋子吧。”

福克先生把旅行袋交给路路通，叮嘱他说：“你拿着它可要留点神，里头有两万英镑。”

旅行袋差一点没从路路通手中掉下来，仿佛里头真的装了两万镑金子，显得特别沉重似的。

他们主仆二人就这样走出了大门，并且在门上加了两道锁。

赛微乐街的尽头，有个马车站。福克先生和他的仆人坐上一辆马车，飞也似的向卡瑞因克罗斯车站驶去。这个车站是东南铁路支线的终点站。

八点二十分，马车在车站铁栅栏前停下了。路路通先跳下来，接着他的主人也下了车，付了车资。这时，过来一个要饭的女人，手上拉着个孩子，光着脚，脚上满是污泥，头上戴着一顶破旧不堪的帽子，帽子上插着一根悲切切的羽毛，在她的褴楼的衣衫上，还披着一个破披肩。她走近福克先生，向他讨钱。福克从衣袋内掏出了刚才打牌赢来的那二十个基尼，全都给了这要饭的女人。

“拿去吧！善良的人，”他说，“看到你，我心里很高兴。”

福克先生给完钱就走了。这时路路通觉得自己眼里好象涌出了泪水，心里对他的主人更加尊重。福克和路路通马上走进车站大厅，在那儿，福克叫路路通去买两张到巴黎去的头等车票。这时福克转过身来，看见了改良俱乐部的那五位会友。福克便向他们说道：

“诸位先生，我就要动身了。等我回来时，你们可以根据我护照上的各地签证印鉴，来查对我这次的旅行路线。”

“嗳！福克先生，用不着查对，”高杰·弱夫挺客气地说，“我们相信您是个讲信用的君子。”

“那也是有证明比没有证明好。”福克说。

“您没忘记什么时候该回来？”安得露·斯图阿特提醒他说。

“八十天以后回来，”福克回答说，“也就是在1872年12月21日，星期六，晚上八时四十五分。再见，诸位先生。”

八点四十分，福克先生跟他的仆人在一个车厢里坐了下来，八点四十五分汽笛一响，火车就开了。

夜是漆黑的，外面下着牛毛细雨。福克先生不声不响地坐在他的座位上。路路通还有点茫茫然似的，他只是机械地紧压着那个装钞票的旅行袋。

但是，当火车还没有到锡德纳姆的时候，路路通突然绝望地大叫了一声。

“你怎么了？”福克忙问。

“因为……因为……在忙乱中……我忘了……”

“忘了什么？”

“忘了把我屋里的煤气关上了。”

“哦，好小伙子，”福克先生冷冰冰地说，“回来点的瓦斯归你出钱。”