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.