Phileas Fogg, snugly ensconced in his corner, did not open his lips.

福克先生不声不响地坐在他的座位上。

He was struggling for the appearance of composure, and would not open his lips, till he believed himself to have attained it.

他竭力装出镇定的样子，一直等到自以为已经装像了，然后才开口说话。

He was so lost in thought that he did not open his lips when Sipiagin, having finished speaking, evidently awaited an answer. Sipiagin cast a look into the corner where Paklin sat, also watching him.

当西皮亚金说完话，显然在等待回答时，他陷入了沉思，没有张开嘴唇。西皮亚金朝角落里的帕克林瞥了一眼，帕克林也在看着他。