ver Tapy, a small stream
which flows into the Gulf of Cambay, near Surat.

It may now not be out of place to record Passe-partout's reflections.
Until his arrival at Bombay he had cherished the idea that the journey
would not be continued farther. But now that he was being carried
across India he saw things in a different light. His old love of
wandering returned in full force. The fantastic ideas of his youthful
days came back to him again; he took his master's projects quite
seriously; he began to believe in the wager, and consequently in the
tour of the world to be completed in that maximum of eighty days which
must not on any account be exceeded. Even now he was beginning to feel
anxious about possible delays and accidents _en route_. He felt
interested in winning, and trembled when he considered that he had
actually compromised the whole thing by his stupidity on the previous
day. So he was much more restless than Mr. Fogg, because less
phlegmatic. He counted over and over again the days that had already
passed since he had started, cursed at the stoppages at stations,
found fault with the slow speed, and in his heart blamed Mr. Fogg for
not having "tipped" the engine-driver. He quite overlooked the fact
that, though such a thing was possible on board a steamer, it was out
of question on a railroad where the time of the trains is fixed and
the speed regulated.

Towards evening they penetrated the defiles of the mountains of
Sutpoor, which separate the territory of Khandeish from that of
Bundelcund.

Next day, the 22nd, Passe-partout replied, to a question of Sir
Francis Cromarty, that it was three a.m., but, as a matter of fact,
this wonderful watch was about four hours slow, as it was always kept
at Greenwich time, which was then nearly seventy-seven degrees west,
and the watch would of course get slower and slower.

Sir Francis corrected Passe-partout's time, respecting which he made a
remark similar to that made by Mr. Fix. He endeavoured to convince the
valet that he ought to regulate his watch by each new meridian, and as
he was still going east the days became shorter and shorter by four
minutes for every degree. But all this was useless. Whether the
headstrong fellow understood the general or not, he certainly did not
alter his watch, which was steadily kept at London time. At any rate
it was a delusion which pleased him and hurt nobody.

At eight o'clock in the morning the train stopped about fifteen