CHAPTER 14 IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG DESCENDS THE WHOLE LENGTH OF THE BEAUTIFUL VALLEY OF THE GANGES WITHOUT EVER THINKING OF SEEING IT T he rash exploit had been accomplished; and for an hour Passepartout laughed gaily at his success. Sir Fran-cis pressed the worthy fellow’s hand, and his master said, ‘Well done!’ which, from him, was high commendation; to which Passepartout replied that all the credit of the afair belonged to Mr. Fogg. As for him, he had only been struck with a ‘queer’ idea; and he laughed to think that for a few moments he, Passepartout, the ex-gymnast,