“Not very; four leagues.”
“Four leagues! That is a voyage.”
The fishermen laughed in M. Agnan’s face.
“Hear me, then,” said the latter with an air of simple stupidity; “four leagues off you lose sight of land, do you not?”
“Why, not always.”
“Ah, it is a long way—too long, or else I would have asked you to take me aboard, and to show me what I have never seen.”
“What is that?”
“A live sea-fish.”
“Monsieur comes from the province?” said a fisherman.
“Yes, I come from Paris.”