The guide watched Kiouni, who slept standing, bolstering himself against the trunk of a large tree.
Nothing occurred during the night to disturb the slumberers, although occasional growls front panthers and chatterings of monkeys broke the silence; the more formidable beasts made no cries or hostile demonstration against the occupants of the bungalow.

Sir Francis slept heavily, like an honest soldier overcome with fatigue.

Passepartout was wrapped in uneasy dreams of the bouncing of the day before.

As for Mr.Fogg, he slumbered as peacefully as if he had been in his serene mansion in Saville Row.
The journey was resumed at six in the morning; the guide hoped to reach Allahabad by evening.

In that case, Mr.Fogg would only lose a part of the forty-eight hours saved since the beginning of the tour.