CHRISTIAN.
Sickly!
FIRST CADET (sneeringly).
Monsieur de Neuvillette, there's something you must learn, to wit: there exists a thing that, with us, must never be even alluded to—no more than a rope in the house of one who was hung.
CHRISTIAN.
And what is that?
ANOTHER CADET (in terrifying tone).
Look at me!
(With his finger he, three times, strikes his nose.)