ten o'clock
Nutmeg trees in full foliage filled the air with a penetrating perfume . Agile and grinning bands of monkeys skipped about in the trees , nor were tigers wanting in the jungles . After a drive of two hours through the country , Aouda and Mr. Fogg returned to the town , which is a vast collection of heavy-looking , irregular houses , surrounded by charming gardens rich in tropical fruits and plants . At ten o'clock they re-embarked , closely followed by the detective , who had kept them constantly in sight . Passepartout , who had been purchasing several dozen mangoes -- a fruit as large as good-sized apples , of a dark brown color outside and a bright red within , and whose white pulp , melting in the mouth , affords gourmands a delicious sensation -- was waiting for them on deck . He was only too glad to offer some mangoes to Aouda , who thanked him very gracefully for them . At eleven o'clock the Rangoon rode out of Singapore harbor , and in a few hours the high mountains of Malacca , with their forests , inhabited by the most beautifully furred tigers in the world , were lost to view .