“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.”
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?”