Among the jostling, scattering groups a band of men in workmen's caps and white blouses had come in sight, uttering a rhythmical cry which suggested the beat of hammers upon an anvil.
"To Ber-lin! To Ber-lin! To Ber-lin!" And the crowd stared in gloomy distrust yet felt themselves already possessed and inspired by heroic imaginings, as though a military band were passing.
"Oh yes, go and get your throats cut!" muttered Mignon, overcome by an access of philosophy.
But Fontan thought it very fine, indeed, and spoke of enlisting.

When the enemy was on the frontier all citizens ought to rise up in defense of the fatherland! And with that he assumed an attitude suggestive of Bonaparte at Austerlitz.
"Look here, are you coming up with us ?" Lucy asked him.
"Oh dear, no! To catch something horrid ?" he said.
On a bench in front of the Grand Hotel a man sat hiding his face in a handkerchief.

On arriving Fauchery had indicated him to Mignon with a wink of the eye.

Well, he was still there; yes, he was always there.

And the journalist detained the two women also in order to point him out to them.