“Ha! ha! it seems we are going to hunt the tiger or the lion!” But when you are invited to hunt the shark in its natural element, you would perhaps reflect before accepting the invitation. As for myself, I passed my hand over my forehead, on which stood large drops of cold perspiration. “Let us reflect,” said I, “and take our time. Hunting otters in submarine forests, as we did in the Island of Crespo, will pass; but going up and down at the bottom of the sea, where one is almost certain to meet sharks, is quite another thing! I know well that in certain countries, particularly in the Andaman Islands, the negroes never hesitate to attack them with a dagger in one hand and a running noose in the other; but I also know that few who affront those creatures ever return alive. However, I am not a negro, and if I were I think a little hesitation in this case would not be ill-timed.” At this moment Conseil and the Canadian entered, quite composed, and even joyous. They knew not what awaited them. “Faith, sir,” said Ned Land, “your Captain Nemo—the devil take him!—has just made us a very pleasant offer.” “Ah!” said I, “you know?” “If agreeable to you, sir,” interrupted Conseil, “the commander of the _Nautilus_ has invited us to visit the magnificent Ceylon fisheries to-morrow, in your company; he did it kindly, and behaved like a real gentleman.” “He said nothing more?” “Nothing more, sir, except that he had already spoken to you of this little walk.” “Sir,” said Conseil, “would you give us some details of the pearl fishery?” “As to the fishing itself,” I asked, “or the incidents, which?” “On the fishing,” replied the Canadian; “before entering upon the ground, it is as well to know something about it.” “Very well; sit down, my friends, and I will teach you.” Ned and Conseil seated themselves on an ottoman, and the first thing the Canadian asked was: “Sir, what is a pearl?” “My worthy Ned,” I answered, “to the poet, a pearl is a tear of the sea; to the Orientals, it is a drop of dew solidified; to the ladies, it is a jewel of an oblong shape, of a brilliancy of mother-of-pearl substance, which they wear on their fingers, their necks, or their ears; for the chemist it is a mixture of phosphate and carbonate of lime, with a little gelatine; and lastly, for naturalists, it is simply a morbid secretion of the organ that produces the mother-of-pearl amongst certain bivalves.” “Branch of molluscs,” said Conseil. “Precisely so, my learned Conseil; and, amongst these testacea the earshell, the tridacnae, the turbots, in a word, all those which secrete mother-of-pearl, that is, the blue, bluish, violet, or white substance which lines the interior of their shells, are capable of producing pearls.” “Mussels too?” asked the Canadian. “Yes, mussels of certain waters in Scotland, Wales, Ireland, Saxony, Bohemia, and France.” “Good! For the future I shall pay attention,” replied the Canadian.