But do you know there are a hundred belfries at M.Fouquet's chateau of Vaux ?" The Breton raised his head in profound admiration, but he was not convinced.

"A hundred belfries! Ah, that may be; but Belle-Isle is finer than that.

Should you like to see Belle-Isle ?" "Is that possible ?" asked D'Artagnan.
"Yes, with permission of the governor." "But I do not know the governor." "As you know M.Fouquet, you can tell your name." "Oh, my friends, I am not a gentleman." "Everybody enters Belle-Isle," continued the fisherman in his strong, pure language, "provided he means no harm to Belle-Isle or its master." A slight shudder crept over the body of the musketeer.

"That is true," thought he.

Then recovering himself, "If I were sure," said he, "not to be sea-sick." "What, upon _her ?_" said the fisherman, pointing with pride to his pretty round-bottomed bark.
"Well, you almost persuade me," cried M.Agnan; "I will go and see Belle-Isle, but they will not admit me." "We shall enter, safe enough." "You! What for ?" "Why, _dame!_ to sell fish to the corsairs." "Ha! Corsairs--what do you mean ?" "Well, I mean that M.Fouquet is having two corsairs built to chase the Dutch and the English, and we sell our fish to the crews of those little vessels." "Come, come!" said D'Artagnan to himself--"better and better.