“Quite well, and I too. I eat like a famished ogre; it's the sea air.”

“But I never see your master on deck.”

“Never; he hasn't the least curiosity.”

“Do you know, Mr. Passepartout, that this pretended tour in eighty days may conceal some secret errand — perhaps a diplomatic mission?”

“Faith, Monsieur Fix, I assure you I know nothing about it, nor would I give half a crown to find out.”

After this meeting, Passepartout and Fix got into the habit of chatting together, the latter making it a point to gain the worthy man's confidence.

He frequently offered him a glass of whiskey or pale