"Well?"
"When do they ring the tocsin?"
"In case of fire, I suppose."
"Do you see any trace of fire?"
With the same circular glance, we took in our surroundings.
Two miles of verdant valley, lay unfolded before us; not a puff of smoke, save the column of the factory, and the steam from a descending train.
Cipollina muttered:
"Don't they also sound the tocsin in case of ... mobilisation?"
"Oh! Steady on!"
"What do we know about it!" he exclaimed.