Thehourspassedmonotonously，whileintheimmeasurablyemptyregionsbeyondthelightslowlychangedtillitgrewlessunreal。Whatatfirsthadappearedalividgloaming，likeanorthernsummer\'seve，becamenow，withoutanyintervening\"darkhourbeforedawn，\"somethinglikeasmilingmorn，reflectedbyallthefacetsoftheoceansinfading，roseate-edgedstreaks。
\"Youreallyoughttomarry，Yann，\"saidSylvestre，suddenlyandveryseriouslythistime，stilllookingintothewater。HeseemedtoknowsomebodyinBrittany，whohadallowedherselftobecaptivatedbythebrowneyesofhis\"bigbrother，\"buthefeltshyuponsosolemnasubject。
\"Me!Lor\'，yes，somedayIwillmarry。\"Hesmiled，didthealwayscontemptuousYann，rollinghispassionateeyes。\"ButI\'llhavenoneofthelassesathome；no，I\'llwedthesea，andIinviteyeallinthebarkeynow，totheballI\'llgiveatmywedding。\"
Theykeptonhaulingin，fortheirtimecouldnotbelostinchatting；
theyhadanimmensequantityoffishinatravelingshoal，whichhadnotceasedpassingforthelasttwodays。