"You're an idiot. One doesn't make a mistake in a case like that."
"Then where is the card-board box?"
"Have you got your eyes stuffed up?"
"You can see it, can you?"
"Of course I can see it—as plainly as the nose in the middle of your face."
"In the caravan?"
"No."
"Where?"
"On the ground ten yards away from you, between the legs of the bearded one."
She glanced at the wagon of Captain Montfaucon which the child had abandoned to play with a doll, and the little packages from which, miniature bags and trunks and parcels, lay on the ground beside d'Estreicher's heels.