Haggart is calm; as soon as the sailor was bound, something wildly free appeared in his movements, in his manners, in the sharpness of his swift glances.
One of the men who brought Haggart says to the abbot in a low voice: "He was near the church.

Ten times we passed by and saw no one, until he called: 'Aren't you looking for me ?' It is so foggy, father." The abbot shakes his head silently and sits down.

Mariet smiles to her husband with her pale lips, but he does not look at her.

Like all the others, he has fixed his eyes in amazement on the toy ship.
"Hello, Haggart," says the abbot.
"Hello, father." "You call me father ?" "Yes, you." "You are mistaken, Haggart.

I am not your father." The fishermen exchanged glances contentedly.
"Well, then.