We are going to Clomire's house.
[(She points to the door opposite)]Alcandre and Lysimon are to discourse!
Yes! But my little finger tells me we shall miss them.
'Twere a pity to miss such apes!
[(They have come to Clomire's door.)]Oh, see! The knocker is muffled up!
[(Speaking to the knocker)]So they have gagged that metal tongue of yours, little noisy one, lest it should disturb the fine orators!
[(She lifts it carefully and knocks with precaution.)]Let us enter!
[(On the threshold, to Cyrano)]If Christian comes, as I feel sure he will, bid him wait for me!
Listen!
[(She turns)]What mean you to question him on, as is your wont, to-night?
Oh --
Well, say.
But you will be mute?
Mute as a fish.
I shall not question him at all, but say: Give rein to your fancy! Prepare not your speeches, -- but speak the thoughts as they come! Speak to me of love, and speak splendidly!
Very good!
But secret!. . .
Secret.
Not a word!
[(She enters and shuts the door.)]A thousand thanks!
[(The door opens again, and Roxane puts her head out.)]Lest he prepare himself!
The devil! -- no, no!
Secret.
[(The door shuts.)]Christian!