(_Enter Guiche._) _SCENE II._ ROXANE, GUICHE, THE DUENNA, _at a distance_. ROXANE (_to Guiche, with a curtsey_). I was just going out. GUICHE. And I have come to take leave, before starting for the front. ROXANE. Oh!.... GUICHE. I am ordered to the siege of Arras.... ROXANE. Oh!.... GUICHE. .... and I go to-night. ROXANE. Oh!.... GUICHE. My departure does not seem to distress you greatly.... ROXANE. Oh!.... GUICHE. .... But I seriously grieve over it. Shall I ever see you again?.... When?.... By the way, I have been given a high command. ROXANE (_indifferent_). I congratulate you! GUICHE. The Guards regiment. ROXANE (_interested_). Oh! the Guards? GUICHE. Yes, the regiment in which is your cousin, the man of boastful words. I'll have my revenge when I get him at the siege. ROXANE (_overcome_). What! the Guards are going there? GUICHE (_laughing_). Of course, since they are now my regiment. ROXANE (_sinking on the bench--aside_). Christian! GUICHE. What ails you? ROXANE (_moved_). This.... departure.... grieves me sorely. To know that those you.... care for.... are going to battle! GUICHE (_surprised and pleased_). Why is it I hear words so sweet only on the day of my departure? ROXANE (_changing her manner and using her fan_). So, then, you mean to seek revenge on my cousin Cyrano? GUICHE (_surprised_). Do you take his part? ROXANE. I? Not at all. I am against him. GUICHE. Do you see him often? ROXANE. Very seldom. GUICHE. I meet him everywhere.... with one of those cadets.... this Neu.... vil.... Neuvil.... ROXANE. A tall man? GUICHE. A blond. ROXANE. Red-haired, rather. GUICHE. Handsome!.... ROXANE. For some, perhaps, but.... GUICHE. But very stupid. ROXANE. So it struck me! (_changing her manner_).