CHRISTIAN:
What! Every day?
CYRANO:
Yes, every day,—twice.
CHRISTIAN (violently):
And that became so mad a joy for you, that you braved death. . .
CYRANO (seeing Roxane returning):
Hush! Not before her!
(He goes hurriedly into his tent.)
[Scene 4.VIII.]
Roxane, Christian. In the distance cadets coming and going. Carbon and De Guiche give orders.
ROXANE (running up to Christian):
Ah, Christian, at last!. . .
CHRISTIAN (taking her hands):
Now tell me why—
Why, by these fearful paths so perilous—
Across these ranks of ribald soldiery,
You have come?
ROXANE:
Love, your letters brought me here!