True,
The time will come, that time of bliss intense,
When each will fall into the other's arms,
And blond mustache to rosy lips will go!
(aside)
'Twas better that at least I cause the bliss.
(Window above opens. Christian conceals himself beneath the balcony.)
SCENE IX.
CYRANO, CHRISTIAN, ROXANE.
ROXANE (coming out on the balcony).
Is it you?—Yes.... What were we speaking of?.... oh! of a.... well, of....