The Breton shrugged his shoulders; then:
“Have you ever seen M. Fouquet in Paris?” asked he.
“Often,” replied D’Artagnan.
“Often!” repeated the fishermen, closing their circle round the Parisian. “Do you know him?”
“A little; he is the intimate friend of my master.”
“Ah!” said the fishermen, in astonishment.
“And,” said D’Artagnan, “I have seen all his chateaux of Saint Mande, of Vaux, and his hotel in Paris.”
“Is that a fine place?”
“Superb.”
“It is not so fine a place as Belle-Isle,” said the fisherman.