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And Passepartout's famous family watch, which had always kept London time,
would have betrayed this fact, if it had marked the days as well as
the hours and the minutes!
Phileas Fogg, then, had won the twenty thousand pounds; but,
as he had spent nearly nineteen thousand on the way, the pecuniary
gain was small. His object was, however, to be victorious,
and not to win money. He divided the one thousand pounds
that remained between Passepartout and the unfortunate Fix,
against whom he cherished no grudge. He deducted, however,
from Passepartout's share the cost of the gas which had burned
in his room for nineteen hundred and twenty hours,
for the sake of regularity.
That evening, Mr. Fogg, as tranquil and phlegmatic as ever,
said to Aouda: "Is our marriage still agreeable to you?"
"Mr. Fogg," replied she, "it is for me to ask that question.
You were ruined, but now you are rich again."
"Pardon me, madam; my fortune belongs to you. If you had not
suggested our marriage, my servant would not have gone to
the Reverend Samuel Wilson's, I should not have been apprised
of my error, and--"
"Dear Mr. Fogg!" said the young woman.
"Dear Aouda!" replied Phileas Fogg.
It need not be said that the marriage took place forty-eight hours after,
and that Passepartout, glowing and dazzling, gave the bride away.
Had he not saved her, and was he not entitled to this honour?
The next day, as soon as it was light, Passepartout rapped
vigorously at his master's door. Mr. Fogg opened it, and asked,
"What's the matter, Passepartout?"
"What is it, sir? Why, I've just this instant found out--"
"What?"
"That we might have made the tour of the world in only seventy-eight days."
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