FIRST POET (in despair, with his mouth full).
But the cakes!....
SECOND POET.
Let us take them along.
(They all go out, following Ragueneau, in a sort of procession, after having loaded themselves with cakes.)
SCENE V.
CYRANO, ROXANE, THE DUENNA.
CYRANO.
I shall hand her my letter if I feel that there is any hope, however slight!....
(Roxane, masked, and followed by the Duenna, appears behind the glazed door, that Cyrano opens eagerly.)