GUICHE (taking him by the arm and shaking him).
You are intoxicated, Sir!.... with what?
THE CADET (proudly).
With the smell of gun powder!
GUICHE (shrugs his shoulders, pushes him, and goes up to Roxane).
You must decide quickly. What will you be pleased to do?
ROXANE.
I remain!
GUICHE.
No, better escape!