In which Andrew Stuart wonders if the bet was the right choice
Andrew Stuart entered the reform club room as normal and got greeted as usual by one of the servants.
'Good morning mister Stuart. How are you this evening?' he asked while taking Andrew Stuarts jacket. It was rather warm and Andrew Stuart appreciated this gesture. For some reason, he always does.
'Thankyou Molvo' Andrew Stuart smiled.
'Would you like anything to drink Mister Stuart?' the servant asked.
'Some tea would do fine' Andrew Stuart replied before walking over to a chair and sat down. He reached over and picked up a newspaper that was currently resigning on the chair side table. He looked at the large print on the cover about the bank robbery and he sighed. He had almost forgotten about the bet he made with that man Philleas Fogg. Who was he to say that something . But what if he was wrong? Maybe Philleas Fogg was right. What if it is possible to travel the world in just eighty days? Times has sure changed from when he was a child. If Philleas was right, he would have to give up twenty thousand of his own money because of his need to be right. Why couldn't he just Jules word for it and leave it at that. Now, thanks to his own foolishness, he could possibly end up being poorer the poor man Molvo.
'Mister Stuart' a voice came from behind him, almost startling Andrew Stuart. He turned around to see Molvo standing behind him, holding a cup of tea. He stood up and took it out of Molvos hand, thanking him in the process. He sat back down and took a sip of the tea and sighed in relief. It was as if all his worries were gone. The workers at the reform club had excellent culinary skills even if it was just a cup of tea. The grandfather clock chimed noon, making Andrew Stuart smile. There was nothing for him to worry about. He was almost positive that Philleas Fogg would not be able to get back to London in eighty days. He laughed softly to himself before taking another sip of his nice and hot tea.