CYRANO.
You will have to take them away when I make a sign to you.... What time is it?
RAGUENEAU.
Ten minutes after six.
CYRANO (sitting down nervously at Ragueneau's table, and taking some paper).
A pen, please!....
RAGUENEAU (offering him the one that he has behind his ear).
A swan quill.
A MUSKETEER (with an enormous mustache and stentorian voice) enters.
Good morning!