Sunday, December 22nd, 7:53 PM, 1872

London Fishing Market

London Houses Under Railway

 Fogg is ruined. Yesterday we arrived at London five minutes too late, at ten minutes to nine o'clock. The wager is lost, and today we are sure the cheque will be presented at Barings today. He now has no money, having spent it all on the journey.

 But he has gained something! This evening, at seven thirty-one, Aouda and Fogg became engaged! Passepartout now has gone to Reverend Samuel Wilson, of Marylebone parish, to notify him of the wedding tomorrow on Monday. Aouda and Phileas are talking the most I have ever seen them talk, and in a few moments she will come over and we will chatter about the wedding. I sense that Fogg does not care for the money now. Aouda, I also realize, was waiting till this evening to ask him, from her pensiveness all day.

 Here she comes! I will write tomorrow!