The man that owns the sled

Passespartout was Phileas' new servant, a Frenchman.

‘The new servant,’ said he. A young man of thirty advanced and bowed. ‘You are a Frenchman, I believe,’ asked Phileas Fogg, ‘and your name is John?’ ‘Jean, if monsieur pleases,’ replied the newcomer, ‘Jean Passepartout, a surname which has clung to me because I have a natural aptness for going out of one business into another.