(Lise goes rapidly up to him.)
CYRANO (turning around).
Who is this?
RAGUENEAU.
A friend of my wife's. A terrible warrior,—at least so he says!....
CYRANO (taking up the pen and motioning away Ragueneau).
Silence!.... write—fold,—(to himself) hand it to her,—and run away....
(throwing away the pen). Coward!....But may I die if I dare speak to her, even a single word....
(to Ragueneau). What time is it?