Act II. Scene 11
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!
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.)