CYRANO (_advancing_). Roxane, tell me how?.... ROXANE. How I managed to find the army? Oh! my dear friend, it was the simplest thing in the world: I drove on so long as I saw the country laid waste. Such horrors must be seen to be believed! If that is the service of your King, gentlemen, my service is a better one. CYRANO. Come, this is foolhardiness! How could you pass? ROXANE. How? Why! Right through the Spanish army. FIRST CADET. Oh! women. They are knowing ones! GUICHE. But how could you get through their lines? LE BRET. It must have been very difficult! ROXANE. Why! No. I just went along, in my coach, on a trot. Whenever one of the Dons showed his haughty face, I put on and displayed through the window my most fascinating smile, and these gentlemen being, whatever the French may say, the most courteous people in the world, I passed! CARBON. Yes, you have a most excellent passport in that smile! But you must frequently have been called upon, Madam, to declare whither you were going. ROXANE. Oh! yes, quite frequently. I answered simply: "I am going to see my lover."--Immediately the most ferocious Spaniard would gravely close the door of my coach, with a knightly wave of the hand order up the muskets already pointed at me, and, with as much grace as haughtiness, the plume of his hat proudly floating on the breeze, bow low and say: "Pass on, Senorita!" CHRISTIAN. But, Roxane.... ROXANE. I said: My lover. Yes, husband, you must forgive! You will surely understand that, if I had said my husband, nobody would have let me pass! CHRISTIAN. But.... ROXANE. Well, what? GUICHE. You must be gone immediately! ROXANE. I? CYRANO. Yes, and sooner! CHRISTIAN. Yes, at once. ROXANE. But how can I get away? CHRISTIAN (_embarrassed_). The fact is.... CYRANO (_likewise embarrassed_). In forty-five minutes.... GUICHE (_also embarrassed_). Or fifty.... CARBON (_embarrassed too_). It would be preferable.... LE BRET. You might.... ROXANE. I remain, for there is going to be fighting. ALL. Fighting? Nothing of the kind. ROXANE (_throwing herself into the arms of Christian_). He is my husband! And if he is killed, I must be killed too!