Scene 2.XI.
Cyrano, Christian, the Gascons, the musketeer, Lise.
A CADET (half opening the door):
Naught here! . . .The silence of the grave!
I dare not look . . .
(He puts his head in):
Why? . . .
ALL THE CADETS (entering, and seeing Cyrano and Christian embracing):
Oh! . . .
A CADET:
This passes all!
(Consternation.)
THE MUSKETEER (mockingly):
Ho, ho! . . .
CARBON:
Our demon has become a saint?
Struck on one nostril - lo! he turns the other!
MUSKETEER:
Then we may speak about his nose, henceforth! . . .
(Calling to Lise, boastfully):
- Ah, Lise, see here!
(Sniffing ostentatiously):
O heavens! . . .what a stink! . . .
(Going up to Cyrano):
You, sir, without a doubt have sniffed it up!
- What is the smell I notice here?
CYRANO (cuffing his head):
Clove-heads.
(General delight. The cadets have found the old Cyrano again! They turn
somersaults.)
Curtain.
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