Angélique
(Lips trembling.) Died—in ditches?
Jean-Baptiste
(Grimly.) Yes, it is true.
Angélique
(Breaks into sobs.) I can't bear you to tell me that. I can't bear the soldiers to—die—in ditches.
Jean-Baptiste
(Pats her shoulder.) I'm sorry I told you if it makes you cry. You are so little. But it was one hundred years ago. They're dead now.
Angélique
(Rubs her eyes with her dress and [pg 011] smiles.) Yes, they're quite dead now. So—tell me some more.