A CADET (humming an air, unconcernedly).

To lo lo!....

GUICHE (stopping and looking at him).

Why! what is the matter?.... You are as red as a beet!

THE CADET.

I?.... Oh! nothing. Merely my blood. We are going to fight. It boils!

ANOTHER CADET.

Poum.... poum.... poum.... patapoum....

GUICHE (turning to him).

What is this, now?