Chapter 20

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.