Faith," muttered Passepartout, somewhat flurried, "I've seen people at Madame Tussaud's as lively as my new master
Fogg, Passepartout had been carefully observing him.
Passepartout was by no means one of those pert dunces depicted by Moliere with a bold gaze and a nose held high in the air; he was an honest fellow, with a pleasant face, lips a trifle protruding, soft-mannered and serviceable, with a good round head, such as one likes to see on the shoulders of a friend.
Passepartout had been a sort of vagrant in his early years, and now yearned for repose; but so far he had failed to find it, though he had already served in ten English houses.
At half-past eleven, then, Passepartout found himself alone in the house in Saville Row.
A moderate-sized safe stood in his bedroom, constructed so as to defy fire as well as burglars; but Passepartout found neither arms nor hunting weapons anywhere; everything betrayed the most tranquil and peaceable habits.
On the Playhouse stage, our Passepartout
- Michael Hugo - put in a tremendous performance as his charisma knitted together the punctual perfection of Andrew Pollard's Fogg and booming Dennis Herdman's joyously hapless Inspector Fix.
Join Fogg and his loyal valet, Passepartout
, as they voyage from the misty alleys of Victorian London to the exotic subcontinent and the Wild West in a race against the clock.