"I feel my responsibility deeply." Mr.Fentolin, who was holding the telescope to his eye, touched Hamel on the shoulder.
"My young friend," he said, "your eyes are better than mine.

You see the road there?
Look along it, between the white posts, as far as you can.
What do you make of that black speck ?" Hamel held the telescope to his eye and steadied it upon the little tripod stand.
"It looks like a horse and trap," he announced.

"Good!" Mr.Fentolin declared.

"It seemed so to me, but I was not sure.

My eyes are weak this afternoon.