CYRANO:
Come, embrace! I am her brother.
CHRISTIAN:
Whose brother?
CYRANO:
Hers i’ faith! Roxane’s!
CHRISTIAN (rushing up to him):
O heavens!
Her brother. . .?
CYRANO:
Cousin—brother!. . .the same thing!
CHRISTIAN:
And she has told you. . .?
CYRANO:
All!
CHRISTIAN:
She loves me? say!
CYRANO:
Maybe!
CHRISTIAN (taking his hands):
How glad I am to meet you, Sir!