PASSEPARTOUT RETRIEVES HIMSELF.
It was thirty-five minutes past eight when he left the clergyman's house. But in what a condition ! His hair disordered, hatless, running, running as has never been seen in the memory of man, upsetting passers-by, rushing along the sidewalks like a water spout.
In three minutes, he had returned to the house in Saville Row, and fell, out of breath, in Mr. Fogg's room.
He could not speak.
"What is the matter?" asked Mr. Fogg.—Page 340.
Vol. 7.
