ten in the morning
Jean , a tall fellow , much younger than his brother , fair , with a full beard , smiled and murmured : `` Much the same as Pierre -- four or five . '' Every time they told the same fib , which delighted father Roland . He had hitched his line round a row-lock , and folding his arms he announced : `` I will never again try to fish after noon . After ten in the morning it is all over . The lazy brutes will not bite ; they are taking their siesta in the sun . '' And he looked round at the sea on all sides , with the satisfied air of a proprietor . He was a retired jeweler who had been led by an inordinate love of seafaring and fishing to fly from the shop as soon as he had made enough money to live in modest comfort on the interest of his savings .