He could talk to him in Spanish, because of his transatlantic voyages, and besides he had been born in Vannes.
If the youth ever approached the cook's dominions he was invariably met with a smile of invitation.

"A refresco, Vicente ?" The best seat was for him.

Caragol had forgotten his name as not worth while.

Since he came from Vannes, he could not have any other name but Vicente.
The first day that they chatted together, the marine, in love with his country, described to the cook the beauties of Morbihan,--a great interior sea surrounded with groves and with islands covered with pines.

Among the venerable antiquities of the city was the Gothic cathedral with its many tombs, among them that of a Spanish saint,--St.
Vicente Ferrer.
This gave a tug at Caragol's heart-strings.