“Yes, monsieur,” replied one of them, “we are only waiting for the tide.”
“Where do you fish, my friends?”
“Upon the coasts, monsieur.”
“Which are the best coasts?”
“Ah, that is all according. The tour of the isles, for example?”
“Yes, but they are a long way off, those isles, are they not?”
“Not very; four leagues.”
“Four leagues! That is a voyage.”
The fisherman 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?”