His vague glance hovered for a long time over the sea…

Aramis bit his lips. "Nothing! nothing! Your pardon, I meant to say..." "What?" "That if we were inclined - if we took a fancy to make an excursion by sea, we could not." "Very good! and why should that vex you? A fine pleasure, ma foi! For my part, I don't regret it at all. What I regret is certainly not the more or less amusement we can find at Belle-Isle; what I regret, Aramis, is Pierrefonds; is Bracieux; is le Valon; is my beautiful France! Here weare not in France, my dear friend; we are - I know not where. Oh! I tell you...