I'll tell you later.
CYRANO (he has remained motionless, without daring to look at her).
Heavens! Shall I face her?
GUICHE.
You cannot remain here!
ROXANE (gayly).
Oh! yes, I can! Will you be kind enough to bring up a drum?
(One of the Cadets brings up a drum, on which she sits.)
There! thank you.
(laughing).