Passepartout was ready to pounce upon the American, who was staring insolently at his opponent.

But Fix got up, and, going to Colonel Proctor said, "You forget that it is I with whom you have to deal, sir; for it was I whom you not only insulted, but struck!" "Mr.Fix," said Mr.Fogg, "pardon me, but this affair is mine, and mine only.

The colonel has again insulted me, by insisting that I should not play a spade, and he shall give me satisfaction for it." "When and where you will," replied the American, "and with whatever weapon you choose." Aouda in vain attempted to retain Mr.Fogg; as vainly did the detective endeavour to make the quarrel his.

Passepartout wished to throw the colonel out of the window, but a sign from his master checked him.
Phileas Fogg left the car, and the American followed him upon the platform.

"Sir," said Mr.Fogg to his adversary, "I am in a great hurry to get back to Europe, and any delay whatever will be greatly to my disadvantage." "Well, what's that to me ?" replied Colonel Proctor.
"Sir," said Mr.Fogg, very politely, "after our meeting at San Francisco, I determined to return to America and find you as soon as I had completed the business which called me to England." "Really!" "Will you appoint a meeting for six months hence ?" "Why not ten years hence ?" "I say six months," returned Phileas Fogg; "and I shall be at the place of meeting promptly." "All this is an evasion," cried Stamp Proctor.