So Phileas Fogg won his wager, and made the tour of the world in eighty days. To do this he had made use of every means of transport—steamers, railways, carriages, yacht, trading-ship, sledges, and elephants. That eccentric gentleman had displayed all through his most marvellous qualities of coolness and exactness; and after all what had he really gained? What had he brought back?
"Nothing," do you say? Well, perhaps so, if a charming woman is nothing, who, however extraordinary it may appear, made him the happiest of men.
And in truth, reader, would not you go round the world for less than that?
THE END.
End of Project Gutenberg's Round the World in Eighty Days, by Jules Verne