CHAPTER VIII.
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TALKS RATHER MORE, PERHAPS, THAN IS PRUDENT Fix soon rejoined Passepartout, who was lounging and looking about on the quay, as if he did not feel that he, at least, was obliged not to see anything.
"Well, my friend," said the detective, coming up with him, "is your passport visaed ?" "Ah, it's you, is it, monsieur ?" responded Passepartout.

"Thanks, yes, the passport is all right." "And you are looking about you ?" "Yes; but we travel so fast that I seem to be journeying in a dream.
So this is Suez ?" "Yes." "In Egypt ?" "Certainly, in Egypt." "And in Africa ?" "In Africa." "In Africa!" repeated Passepartout.

"Just think, monsieur, I had no idea that we should go farther than Paris; and all that I saw of Paris was between twenty minutes past seven and twenty minutes before nine in the morning, between the Northern and the Lyons stations, through the windows of a car, and in a driving rain! How I regret not having seen once more Pere la Chaise and the circus in the Champs Elysees!" "You are in a great hurry, then ?" "I am not, but my master is.

By the way, I must buy some shoes and shirts.

We came away without trunks, only with a carpet-bag." "I will show you an excellent shop for getting what you want." "Really, monsieur, you are very kind." And they walked off together, Passepartout chatting volubly as they went along.
"Above all," said he; "don't let me lose the steamer." "You have plenty of time; it's only twelve o'clock." Passepartout pulled out his big watch.