Chapter 29

Cyrano, Christian.

CHRISTIAN: Oh! win for me that kiss. . .

CYRANO: No!

CHRISTIAN: Soon or late!. . .

CYRANO: 'Tis true! The moment of intoxication-- Of madness,--when your mouths are sure to meet Thanks to your fair mustache--and her rose lips! (To himself): I'd fainer it should come thanks to. . .

(A sound of shutters reopening. Christian goes in again under the balcony.)