twenty-nine minutes after eleven
`` You are too slow , '' said Mr. Fogg . `` Pardon me , monsieur , it is impossible -- '' `` You are four minutes too slow . No matter ; it 's enough to mention the error . Now from this moment , twenty-nine minutes after eleven , a.m. , this Wednesday , 2nd October , you are in my service . '' Phileas Fogg got up , took his hat in his left hand , put it on his head with an automatic motion , and went off without a word . Passepartout heard the street door shut once ; it was his new master going out . He heard it shut again ; it was his predecessor , James Forster , departing in his turn .