(To Cyrano) My compliments to you, Sir, as an inventor. Your narrative would have stopped a saint at the gate of heaven! Do not forget to write that book!
CYRANO (bowing).
I promise, Sir, to follow your advice.
THE MONK (with an air of satisfaction calling Guiche's attention to the two lovers).
A beautiful couple, my son, and good work of yours!
GUICHE (very coldly).
Yes.
(to Roxane) Be good enough to bid farewell, Madam, to your husband.
ROXANE.
How so?