(Quite at his ease, laughing, dusting himself, and bowing.)
I have just arrived—pardon me—by the last cyclone, and I must brush off the ether that is still on me. I've travelled! My eyes are still full of astral dust, and my spurs have caught planet hairs.
(picking something off his sleeve).
Here, on my doublet, is one from a comet!....
(He blows, as if to cast off the hair.)
GUICHE (enraged).
Now, look here, Sir!....
(As Guiche is going to pass, Cyrano stretches out his leg as if to show something that is on it.)
CYRANO.
In the calf of this leg, Sir, I have a tooth of the Great Bear,—and, as nearing the Trident, I managed to avoid its three lances, I fell in a lump upon the Balance—where my weight up there is still registered!