What could I ever do with so much money ?" The captain pretended to be irritated by his disobedience.
"You take that paper, you brute!...

I was just afraid that you were going to protest....

It's for your children, and so that you can take a rest.

Now we won't talk any more about it or I shall get angry." Then, in order to conquer Toni's scruples, he abandoned his violent tone, and said sadly: "I have no heirs....

I don't know what to do with my useless fortune." And he repeated once more like a complaint against destiny: "I am rotten with money!..." The following morning, while Toni was in his cabin adjusting the accounts of the crew, astonished by the munificence of their paying-off, Uncle Caragol came into the saloon, asking to speak to Ferragut.
He had placed an old cape over his flapping and scanty clothing, more as a decoration for the visit than because the cold of Brittany was really making him suffer.
He removed from his shaved head his everlasting palm-leaf hat, fixing his bloodshot eyes on the captain who continued writing after replying to his greeting.
"What does this mean, this order that I've just received to prepare to leave the boat within a few hours ?...