(He walks up and down, reading a small book that he has taken out of his pocket.—Tableau.—Guiche enters; everybody seems busy and satisfied. He is very pale; goes up to Carbon.)
SCENE IV.
The same, GUICHE.
GUICHE (to Carbon).
Ha! Good morning!
(Aside, after looking at Carbon, with satisfaction). His face is green!
CARBON (aside).
There is nothing left of him but his eyes.
GUICHE (looking at the Cadets).
So, here are these soreheads!.... Yes, gentlemen, I understand that I am jeered at plentifully here; that cadets, nobility and gentry, barons all, are not over-burdened with respect for their Colonel; that they charge me with intrigue and court-flattery, that my lace collar over my breastplate is an eye-sore to them,—and that it is distressing to them to find that one can be a Gascon and still not out at the elbow!