\"Whatisthematter？\"askedFouquet。
\"Thematteris，monseigneur，\"repliedthepatronofthebark，\"thatitisatrulyremarkablething—thatlightercomesalonglikeahurricane。\"
Gourvillestarted，andmountedtothedeck，inordertoobtainabetterview。
Fouquetdidnotgoupwithhim，butsaidtoGourville，withrestrainedmistrust:
\"Seewhatitis，dearfriend。\"