Melted topaz!....
ROXANE (throwing a table-cloth that falls on Cyrano's head).
Attend to this!.... Be nimble!
RAGUENEAU (handing down one of the lanterns).
Each one of the lanterns is a diminutive larder!
CYRANO (unfolds the table-cloth, getting near to Christian, who assists him).
I must speak to you before you speak to her!
RAGUENEAU (growing lyrical).
The handle of my whip is a sausage from Arles!
ROXANE (passing the dishes and filling glasses).