"Six o'clock is just striking on the village clock, monsieur; don't you hear the loud tones of the bell"?"
"Tis well. Now, Monsieur Biscarros, one last service."
"With pleasure."
"Tell me, please, how I can procure a boat and boatman."
"To cross the river?"
"No, to take a sail upon the river."
"Nothing easier: the fisherman who supplies me with fish—Are you fond of fish, monsieur?" queried Biscarros, parenthetically, returning to his first idea of persuading the stranger to sup beneath his roof.
"It's not the most toothsome of delicacies, monsieur; however, when properly seasoned it's not to be despised."
"I always have excellent fish, monsieur."
"I congratulate you, Master Biscarros; but let us return to the man who supplies you."