On Board The Train to Dover

 Here we are at last. Passepartout and I are now in first class aboard the train to Dover at ten minutes to nine. The night is dark tonight and the rain is ever falling.

Dover, 1870's

 It was rather comical to see Passepartout quite bewildered when I told him we were leaving to go around the world in 80 days. But I am not accustomed to laughing; it is not my habit. Speaking of habits I was very much mortified that I have made my departure from the club so early this evening. It showed to my companions a great want of discipline, but perhaps they will overlook it as they review the causes for my weakness. I surely will not forget it, I must be more rigid in other areas to make up for it.

 I am glad that I had to call Passepartout twice this evening, though it sounds quite wrong. It means he is aware of my habits. But it is a shame that I should so shamefully breach my schedule on his first day. He seemed quite able to be prepared at short notice which is exactly to my liking. But in the flurry of packing he forgot to turn off the gas in his room. Well, it was his mistake, it shall be at his cost.


                                                                 Phileas Fogg
                                                                  8:53 PM
                                                                   Wednesday
                                                                   2nd of October, 1872