Mother and Child

Mother and Child
My Sweet Rose painting
Naiade oil painting
Nighthawks Hopper
Still, I must keep this man here until I can get a warrant to arrest him from London." ¡¡¡¡"Ah, that's your look-out. But I cannot--" ¡¡¡¡The consul did not finish his sentence, for as he spoke a knock was heard at the door, and two strangers entered, one of whom was the servant whom Fix had met on the quay. The other, who was his master, held out his passport with the request that the consul would do him the favour to visa it. The consul took the document and carefully read it, whilst Fix observed, or rather devoured, the stranger with his eyes from a corner of the room. ¡¡¡¡"You are Mr. Phileas Fogg?" said the consul,
oil paintingafter reading the passport. ¡¡¡¡"I am." ¡¡¡¡"And this man is your servant?" ¡¡¡¡"He is: a Frenchman, named Passepartout." ¡¡¡¡"You are from London?" ¡¡¡¡"Yes." ¡¡¡¡"And you are going--" ¡¡¡¡"To Bombay." ¡¡¡¡"Very good, sir. You know that a visa is useless, and that no passport is required?" ¡¡¡¡"I know it, sir," replied Phileas Fogg; "but I wish to prove, by your visa, that I came by Suez." ¡¡¡¡"Very well, sir." ¡¡¡¡The consul proceeded to sign and date the passport, after which he added his official seal. Mr. Fogg paid the customary fee, coldly bowed, and went out, followed by his servant. ¡¡¡¡"Well?" queried the detective.