midst of the thousand vessels which choke up the kind of narrow street which leads between the two rows of ships from the mouth of the harbor to the Quai d'Orléans.
The shipowner, smiling, followed him with his eyes until he saw him spring out on the quay and disappear in the midst of the motley throng, which, from five o'clock in the morning until nine o'clock at night, choke up this famous street of La Cannebière, of which the modern Phocéens are so proud, and say with all the gravity in the world, and with that accent which gives so much character to what is said, "If Paris had La Cannebière, Paris would be a little Marseilles." On turning round, the owner saw Danglars behind him, who apparently attended his orders, but in reality followed, as he did, the young sailor with his eyes.
Only there was a great difference in the expression of the looks of the two who thus watched the movements of the same man.
