What would I do?
Ma fe, I would put myself in the way of making something, so that I'd feel confidence in asking her." "That's just it.

I can't ask her till I'm in some position to do so.

I've been thinking all round it--." "B'en?
"I could go trading again--." "And get drowned, maybe, before you've made enough to pay for a decent funeral," snorted Aunt Jeanne contemptuously.
"I could go on a King's ship" "And get bullied to death for nothing a day." "The free-trading my mother won't hear of." "Crais b'en!" "Why, I don't know--." "Never mind why.

She has her reasons without doubt." "So there's nothing for it but the privateering." "B'en! Why couldn't you say so without boxing the compass, mon gars?
Privateering is the biggest chance nowadays.

Of course, the risks--." "That's nothing if it brings me to Carette, Aunt Jeanne--." "Well, then ?" "I wish you'd tell me something." "What, then ?" she asked warily.
"I get a bit afraid sometimes that Carette is not intended for a plain common Sercqman.