No, on the fingers. But I said to myself: go ahead, Gascon; do your duty! On, Cyrano! Then, abruptly, out of the dark, somebody made a lunge at me. I parried: when suddenly, I found myself....
CHRISTIAN.
Nose to nose....
CYRANO (bounding toward him).
Ventre—Saint—Gris!....
(All the Gascons advance to witness the scene. But Cyrano, on coming up to Christian, masters himself, and continues:)
Confronted by a hundred drunken rascals.... smelling....
CHRISTIAN.
With their hundred noses....
CYRANO (pale as death, but smiling).