CHAPTER 6: Afloat.
Jules Varlin held the lantern above his head, and took a good look at his visitors.
"You will pass very well for young fishermen, messieurs," he said, "when you have dirtied your faces and hands a bit, and rubbed your hair the wrong way, all over your head.

Well, come in here.

My wife is waiting up to welcome you.

It is her doing that you are here.

I should not have agreed, but what can one do when a woman once sets her mind upon a thing ?" He opened a door.