"I've seen some!" yelled Saboureux. "Uhlans! They've gone off to fetch the others."
"Uhlans!" she gasped in dismay.
"Yes, like last time!"
"Oh, heaven! Is it possible?"
"I saw them, I say.... Go and tell monsieur le maire."
She lost her temper:
"Tell him? But he's ill!... And be quiet, you, I've had enough of it.... Philippe, is the doctor coming?"
Philippe put down the telephone:
"The line is engaged by the military, it's not available for private communications."
"Oh, but this is terrible!" said the old lady. "What's to become of us?"