The previous valet of Phileas Fogg, he's kicked to the curb after bringing Fogg his shaving water one degree too cold.
Three words: wrong move, dude.
We're left wondering, though, how much else Fogg disliked about this former employee, because though Passepartout seems to mess up much worse than Foster, he's redeemed by his employer time and again.
We've affectionately dubbed them "the dudes with nothing better to do." Sort of like trust-fund buddies, these guys sit around and play cards all day with Phileas Fogg. They're the ones who come up with the "around the world in eighty days challenge" because they're just so eager to spend their money on stuff that makes no sense. But by betting against Fogg, they prove themselves extremely small-minded as they scoff at the ideas of newfangled technology and man's growing influence on the world. Tut, tut, old chaps.
While Fogg is always confident and precise, the group is anxious and panicked that Fogg will not appear in time. They worry about the money, while Fogg couldn't care less about the wager. Which is why Fogg is our hero and these guys are, well, members of an old-boys club.
Fogg's lone supporter in a group of naysayers, he's the only one who bets for Fogg instead of against him. He defies the other betters and places a ridiculously large bet that Fogg will achieve his goals. Adventurous in spirit, but "paralytic" in body, he would have gone around the world if he were just a few decades younger. What's that ye say, sonny?
A brigadier-general of her majesty's forces in India, Sir Francis is a like-minded companion of Fogg and Passepartout. After playing whist for a bunch of hours with Fogg on the Mongolia, he's also their companion on the train bound for Calcutta. He accepts a ride on Phileas's elephant when the train can't continue through the jungle, and he helps out with the daring rescue of Aouda.
Considerably more of a "man-of-the-world" than Fogg or Passepartout, he knows a bunch about India and is eager to tell them all about it. Fogg considers this a bit of a snore-fest. Because of this attitude, Sir Francis wonders if Fogg isn't a living representation of Frosty the Snowman. He thinks that Fogg might be living the life, just not living it to the fullest—snubbing the most beautiful parts of the world on his adventure just seems like a complete waste.
Sir Francis calls it quits at Benares and wishes the group well on their continued journey.