CYRANO.
Yes, but what a gesture!
THE WAITING-GIRL (behind the counter).
Hum!
(Cyrano and Le Bret turn around. She advances timidly.)
Sir .... I cannot bear.... to see you fast.... (Showing the buffet). I have here several things.... Take some!
CYRANO (taking off his hat).
My dear child, Gascon pride forbids my accepting from you the smallest of your delicacies. But, on the other hand, I would not for the whole world offend you, as my refusal might do. So I will with pleasure accept....
(Goes up to the buffet and chooses.)
Oh! the smallest thing!.... ah! one grape from this bunch.