(Noise outside. Sound of swords and boots drawing near.)

CARBON (rubbing his hands).

They are crossing the street!....

THE CADETS (invading the shop).

Milledious!—Capededious!—Mordious!—Pocapdedious!

RAGUENEAU (retreating in terror).

Why, gentlemen, are you all from Gascony?

THE CADETS.

Everyone of us!

A CADET (to Cyrano).