instead of reaching Aden on the morning of the 15th, when she was due, arrived there on the evening of the 14th, a gain of fifteen hours.

Mr Fogg and his servant went ashore at Aden to have the passport again visaed; Fix, unobserved, followed them. The visa procured, Mr Fogg returned on board to resume his former habits; while Passepartout, according to custom, sauntered about among the mixed population of Somalis, Banyans, Parsees, Jews, Arabs and Europeans who comprise the twenty-five thousand inhabitants of Aden. He gazed with wonder upon the fortifications which make this place the Gibraltar of the Indian Ocean, and the vast cisterns where the English engineers were still at work, two thousand years after the engineers of Solomon.

`Very curious, very curious,' said Passepartout to himself, on returning to the steamer. `I see that it is by no means useless to travel, if a man wants to see something new.' At six p.m. the `Mongolia' slowly moved out of the roadstead, and was soon once more on the Indian Ocean. She had a hundred and sixty-eight hours in which to reach Bombay, and the sea was favourable, the wind being in the north-west, and all sails aiding the engine. The steamer rolled but little, the ladies, in fresh toilets, reappeared on deck, and the singing and dancing were resumed. The trip was being accomplished most successfully, and Passepartout was enchanted with the congenial companion which chance had secured him in the person of the delightful Fix. On Sunday, October 20th, towards noon, they came in sight of the Indian coast: two hour later pilot came on board. A range of hills lay against the sky in the horizon, and soon the rows of palms which adorn Bombay came distinctly into view. The steamer entered the road formed by the islands in the bay, and at half-past four she hauled up at the quays of Bombay.

Phileas Fogg was in the act of finishing the thirty-third rubber of the voyage, and his partner and himself having, by a bold stroke, captured all thirteen of the tricks, concluded this fine campaign with a brilliant victory.

The `Mongolia' was due at Bombay on the 22nd; she arrived on the 20th. This was a gain to Phileas Fogg of two days since his departure from London, and he calmly entered the fact in the itinerary, in the column of gains.

苏伊士离亚丁正好一千三百海里。根据半岛轮船公司运转规章上规定：该公司的船只要短短的一百三十八小时就可以走完这段路。蒙古号加大了火力迅速前进着，看样子可以提前到达目的地。

从布林迪西上船的旅客差不多大部分是往印度去的，有的去孟买，有的去加尔各答，但是也要经过孟买，因为自从有了一条横贯整个印度半岛的铁路，就用不着再绕道锡兰了。

在蒙古号上的乘客中，有各种文官，也有各级武将，有的是英国正规部队的将领，有的是指挥印度士兵的军官，他们的薪俸都很高。

人们在蒙古号上过得很舒服。在这些官员当中，也有些年轻的英国人，他们是带着巨款到海外去经商的。船上的事务长也就是轮船公司的心腹，在船上的地位和船长相等。他一切事务都搞得很讲究，不论是上午的早餐，下午两点的中餐，五点半的晚餐和八点钟的夜餐，餐桌上都摆满着一盘一盘的新鲜熟肉和其他佐餐小菜。这些食物都是由船上肉类供应处和食品部供应的，船上也有几位女客，她们每天要换装两次。每当海上风平浪静的时候，船上有音乐演奏，人们还可以婆娑起舞。

但是，红海跟所有那些又窄又长的海湾一样，经常是风浪大作，闹得很凶。海上一起大风，不论是从亚洲海岸或是从非洲海岸吹过来的都要吹得这条装有螺旋推进器的梭形快船蒙古号不住地东摇西晃。这时，女客也不见了，钢琴也不响了，轻歌漫舞统统停止了。但是，尽管是狂风怒吼，海浪滔天，这艘轮船在强大的机器推动下，却仍然毫不含糊地向曼德海峡驶去。

福克先生这时候在船上干些什么呢？也许人们会以为他一定整天愁眉苦脸地担心着变换莫测的风势会对航行不利，担心着那翻滚的巨浪会使机器发生故障，担心着可能发生的事故会迫使蒙古号在中途港口抛锚，从而打乱了他的旅行计划。

可是，他一点也没有这么想。即使福克先生真的想到了这些可能发生的不幸事故，他也不会在脸上露出来。他永远是一个不动声色的人，他是改良俱乐部里最沉着稳健的会员，任何意外和不幸都不能使他惊惶失措。他的心情就象船上的时钟一样永远不会激动。人们很少在甲板上碰见他。虽然红海在人类最早的历史上留下过丰富多彩的回忆，但是福克先生根本就不想去看一看。他也不去看那些红海两岸的奇异古城，那浮现在天边的城影简直就象是美丽的图画。他也不想一想那些在这阿拉伯海湾可能发生的危险：古代多少史学家如斯特拉朋、艾里安、阿尔得米多、艾德里西等人一提起这里，无不谈虎色变。从前，路过此处的航海家若不给海神奉献祭品，祈求旅行安全，他们是决不敢冒然航行的。

那么这位关在蒙古号船舱里的怪客到底在干些什么呢？首先，他照常一日四餐，轮船的摇摆和颠簸都不能打乱他的生活步调，他简直就是一架结构很精致的机器。吃完饭以后，他就打“惠司脱”。对

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