He bowed to his friends, and entered into the conversation. It was Phileas Fogg, whose head now emerged from behind his newspapers, who made this remark. "The Daily Telegraph says that he is a gentleman." "What! a fellow who makes off with fifty–five thousand pounds, no robber?" "In the first place, he is no robber at all," returned Ralph, positively.
"But have you got the robber's description?" asked Stuart. 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." "On the contrary," broke in Ralph, "I hope we may put our hands on the robber. "Oh," replied Stuart, "the Bank will lose the money." "Well, Ralph," said Thomas Flanagan, "what about that robbery?" 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. Half an hour later several members of the Reform came in and drew up to the fireplace, where a coal fire was steadily burning.
Fogg re–appeared in the reading–room and sat down to the Pall Mall at twenty minutes before six. Dinner passed as breakfast had done, and Mr. 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. A flunkey handed him an uncut Times, which he proceeded to cut with a skill which betrayed familiarity with this delicate operation. He rose at thirteen minutes to one, and directed his steps towards the large hall, a sumptuous apartment adorned with lavishly–framed paintings.
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 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. 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. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser.
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