At play just now, around the Porte de Nesle. ROXANE (_taking a seat at one of the tables, and wetting her handkerchief in a glass of water_). Your hand! CYRANO (_taking a seat near her_). How gently thoughtful you've remained! ROXANE. How many foes? CYRANO. Not quite a hundred. ROXANE. Oh! Do tell me all! CYRANO. What for? It's better far You tell me what you did not dare to say.... ROXANE. But now I dare. The memories of yore Assist me. I'm....in love with somebody. CYRANO. Indeed! ROXANE. Who knows it not.... CYRANO. Indeed! ROXANE. .... Not yet. CYRANO. Indeed! ROXANE. But he shall know it soon. CYRANO. Indeed! ROXANE. Poor fellow, he has loved me timidly, And from afar, and never dared to speak! CYRANO. Indeed! ROXANE. Your hand is feverish.... Oh! I easily could see the truth beneath his bashfulness! CYRANO. Indeed!.... ROXANE (_as she finished bandaging his hand_). And see what a coincidence, dear cousin! He belongs to your regiment! CYRANO. Indeed!.... ROXANE (_laughing_). Why, of course, he is a cadet in your Company!.... CYRANO. Indeed! ROXANE. He bears on his brow the mark of intelligence, of genius! He is haughty, noble, young, intrepid, handsome,.... CYRANO (_rising, very pale_). Handsome! ROXANE. Why! what is the matter? CYRANO. The matter? Nothing .... It is .... It is .... (_Showing his hand and smiling_). This little scratch. ROXANE. Oh! Well, I really love him. I must say, however, that I have seen him only at the Theatre .... CYRANO. Then you have not spoken to each other? ROXANE. Our eyes alone have done the talking. CYRANO. Well, then, how do you know? ROXANE.