Passepartout had only, however, to ask the purser the number of his master's state-room.
The purser replied that he did not know any passenger by the name of Fogg.
"I beg your pardon," said Passepartout persistently.

"He is a tall gentleman, quiet, and not very talkative, and has with him a young lady--" "There is no young lady on board," interrupted the purser.

"Here is a list of the passengers; you may see for yourself." Passepartout scanned the list, but his master's name was not upon it.
All at once an idea struck him.
"Ah! am I on the Carnatic ?" "Yes." "On the way to Yokohama ?" "Certainly." Passepartout had for an instant feared that he was on the wrong boat; but, though he was really on the Carnatic, his master was not there.
He fell thunderstruck on a seat.

He saw it all now.

He remembered that the time of sailing had been changed, that he should have informed his master of that fact, and that he had not done so.