"Or a cavern!"
"Ah! victory, messieurs! I see a light—a very small one, to be sure, but still it’s a light."
"Really? I can’t see anything myself."
"Look where I am pointing."
"I can’t even see your finger. Ah, yes! I see it; let us go toward it."
"Suppose we should find ourselves at the ogre’s house?"
"As you are the smallest, Robineau, you shall be Hop-o’-my-Thumb, and steal the seven-leagued boots."
Robineau, who kept his eyes fixed on the light, soon exclaimed:
"Two, three, four, ten lights! we are saved! It’s a village; it’s Cha—Cha—Mon Dieu! what do they call it?"
"Chadrat."