Sweet Nothings

Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
Yokohama; but he dared not, for he wished to preserve the spark of hope, which still remained till the last moment. He had confided his anxiety to Fix who--the sly rascal!--tried to console him by saying that Mr. Fogg would be in time if he took the next boat; but this only put Passepartout in a passion. ¡¡¡¡Mr. Fogg, bolder than his servant, did not hesitate to approach the pilot, and tranquilly ask him if he knew when a steamer would leave Hong Kong for Yokohama. ¡¡¡¡"At high tide to-morrow morning," answered the pilot. ¡¡¡¡"Ah!" said Mr. Fogg, without betraying any astonishment. ¡¡¡¡Passepartout, who heard what passed, would willingly have embraced the pilot, while Fix would have been glad to twist his neck. ¡¡¡¡"What is the steamer's name?" asked Mr. Fogg. "
oil paintingThe Carnatic." ¡¡¡¡"Ought she not to have gone yesterday?" ¡¡¡¡"Yes, sir; but they had to repair one of her boilers, and so her departure was postponed till to-morrow." ¡¡¡¡"Thank you," returned Mr. Fogg, descending mathematically to the saloon. ¡¡¡¡Passepartout clasped the pilot's hand and shook it heartily in his delight, exclaiming, "Pilot, you are the best of good fellows!" ¡¡¡¡The pilot probably does not know to this day why his responses won him this enthusiastic greeting. He remounted the bridge, and guided the steamer through the flotilla of junks, tankas, and fishing boats which crowd the harbour of Hong Kong.