IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG，PASSEPARTOUT，AND FIX GO EACH ABOUT HIS BUSINESS.
The weather was bad during the latter days of the voyage.The wind，obstinately remaining in the north-west，blew a gale，and retarded the steamer.TheRangoon'rolled heavily，and the passengers became impatient of the long，monstrous waves which the wind raised before their path.A sort of tempest arose on the 3rd of November，the squall knocking the vessel about with fury，and the waves running high.TheRangoon'reefed all her sails，and even the rigging proved too much，whistling and shaking amid the squall.The steamer was forced to proceed slowly and the captain estimated that she would reach Hong Kong twenty hours behind time，and more if the storm lasted.
Phileas Fogg gazed at the tempestuous sea，which seemed to be struggling especially to delay him，with his habitual tranquility.He never changed countenance for an instant，though a delay of twenty hours，by making him too late for the Yokohama boat，would almost inevitably cause the loss of the wager.But this man of nerve manifested neither impatience nor annoyance；it seemed as if the storm were a part of his programme，and had been foreseen.Aouda was amazed to find him as calm as he had been from the first time she saw him.
Fix did not look at the state of things in the same light.The storm greatly pleased him.His satisfaction would have been complete had theRangoon'been forced to retreat before the violence of wind and waves.Each delay filled him with hope，for it became more and more probable that Fogg would be obliged to remain some days at Hong Kong；and now the heavens themselves became his allies，with the gusts and squalls.It mattered not that they made him sea-sick he made no account of this inconvenience；and whilst his body was writhing under their effects，his spirit bounded with hopeful exultation.
Passepartout was enraged beyond expression by the unpropitious weather.Everything had gone so well till now！Earth and sea had seemed to be at his master's service；steamers and railways obeyed him；wind and steam united to speed his journey.Had the hour of adversity come？Passepartout was as much excited as if the twenty thousand pounds were to come from his own pocket.The storm exasperated him，the gale made him furious，and he longed to lash the obstinate sea into obedience.Poor fellow！Fix carefully concealed from him his own satisfaction，for，had he betrayed it，Passepartout could scarcely have restrained himself from personal violence.
Passepartout remained on deck as long as the tempest lasted，being unable to remain quiet below，and taking it into his head to aid the progress of the ship by lending a hand with the crew.He over-whelmed the captain，officers and sailors，who could not help laughing at his impatience，with all sorts of questions.He wanted to know exactly how long the storm was going to last；whereupon he was referred to the barometer，which seemed to have no intention of rising.Passepartout shook it，but with no perceptible effect；for neither shaking nor maledictions could prevail upon it to change its mind.
On the 4th，however，the sea became more calm，and the storm lessened its violence；the wind veered southwards，and was once more favourable.Passepartout cheered up with the weather.Some of the sails were unfurled，and theRangoon'resumed its most rapid speed.The time lost could not，however，be regained.Land was not signalled until five o'clock on the morning of the 6th；the steamer was due on the 5th.Phileas Fogg was twenty-four hours behind-hand，and the Yokohama steamer would，of course，be missed.