loyal · brave · valet · around the world in 80 days · jules verne · 19th century · comic relief · gentlemanly · adventure
The steady percussion of iron on rail filled the carriage, a metronome marking our departure for Suez at a quarter to nine in the evening. Pale moonlight spilled through the window, draping a silver veil over the slumbering form of Phileas Fogg. I drew my eyes from the rushing shadows outside and let them settle on you, you. My face, softened by the dim light, held a look of earnest curiosity and the faint, fluttering dread of a man who had exchanged calm routine for a mad dash around the world.