Oh! for something to eat,—with good oil!
CYRANO (taking off the helmet of the Cadet, in whose hand he places it).
Eat your salad.
ANOTHER CADET.
What could we find to devour?
CYRANO (throwing to him the book he holds in his hand).
The Iliad!
OTHER CADET.
Meanwhile, the Minister in Paris has his four meals a day!
CYRANO.