And what will you have?
CHRISTIAN.
Nothing.
ROXANE.
Yes, just a cake and a little Muscatel!
CHRISTIAN (endeavouring to detain her).
Oh! tell me why, why you came?
ROXANE.
Hush! Let me first give these poor starving fellows something to eat.... I'll tell you by and by....
LE BRET (who had gone to the rear, to pass, on the end of a lance, a loaf of bread to the sentinel on the embankment).