"Jean, sir, if you have no objection," replied the newcomer. "Jean Passe-partout, a surname which clings to me because I have a weakness for change. I believe I am honest, sir; but to speak plainly, I have tried a good many things. I have been an itinerant singer; a rider in a circus, where I used to do the trapeze like Leotard and walk the tight-rope like Blondin; then I became a professor of gymnastics; and, finally, in order to make myself useful, I became a fireman in Paris, and bear on my back to this day the scars of several bad burns. But it is five years since I left France, and wishing to enjoy a taste of domestic life I became a valet in England. Just now being out of a situation, and having heard that you, sir, were the most punctual and regular gentleman in the United Kingdom, I have come here in the hope that I shall be able to live a quiet life and forget my name of Jack-of-all-trades--Passe-partout!" "Passe-partout suits me," replied Mr. Fogg. "I have heard a very good character of you, and you have been well recommended. You are aware of my conditions of service?" "Yes, sir." "Very well. What o'clock do you make it?" "Twenty-two minutes past eleven," replied the valet, as he consulted an enormous silver watch. "You are too slow," said Mr. Fogg. "Excuse me, sir, that is impossible!" "You are four minutes too slow. Never mind, it is enough to note the error. Now from this moment, twenty-nine minutes past eleven o'clock in the forenoon upon this 2nd of October, 1872, you are in my service!" As he spoke, Phileas Fogg rose from his chair, took up his hat, put it on his head as an automaton might have done, and left the room without another word. Passe-partout heard the street-door shut; it was his new master who had gone out. Shortly afterwards he heard it shut again--that was his predecessor, James Forster, departing in his turn. Passe-partout was then left alone in the house in Saville Row. CHAPTER II. Passe-partout is convinced that he has attained the object of his ambition. "Faith," muttered Passe-partout, who for the moment felt rather in a flutter; "faith, I have seen creatures at Madame Tussaud's quite as lively as my new master." Madame Tussaud's "creatures" are all of wax, and only want the power of speech.