“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?”
“A little; he is the intimate friend of my master.”
“Ah!” said the fishermen, in astonishment.