"What on earth are you doing?"
Raymond replied in a hesitating voice:
"We are getting some lines ready, sir; for we thought that you would
like to fish, if it was fine enough at sun-rise."
Agay is during the summer, the rendezvous of all the fishermen along
the coast. Whole families come there, sleeping at the inn or in the
boats, eating _bouillabaisse_ on the beach, under the shade of the pine
trees, the resinous bark of which crackles in the sun.