Mr.Fogg said it struck him as being a good idea.

For his part, he was willing to make a clean breast of it, but he suggested that perhaps his wife had better begin.

She thought for a moment, and this conversation ensued: "Well, then," said Mrs.Fogg, "I am willing to acknowledge that I am the worst-tempered woman in the world." _Mr.Fogg_ (turning and looking at her).

"Maria, that's about the only time you ever told the square-toed truth in your life." _Mrs.Fogg_ (indignantly).

"Mr.Fogg, that's perfectly outrageous.