"They've done it!"
"What?"
"The German frontier-post … at the circus of the Butte-aux-Loups."
"What about it?"
"Knocked down."
"Nonsense!"
"See for yourself."
Old Morestal stepped aside. His wife came out of the drawing-room and went and stood by the telescope, on its tripod, at the end of the terrace.
"I can see nothing," she said, presently.
"Don't you see a tree standing out above the others, with lighter foliage?"