LIGNIÈRE:
Ugh!
THE BUFFET-GIRL:
Milk?
LIGNIÈRE:
Pah!
THE BUFFET-GIRL:
Rivesalte?
LIGNIÈRE:
Stay.
(To Christian):
I will remain awhile.—Let me taste this rivesalte.
(He sits by the buffet; the girl pours some out for him.)
CRIES (from all the audience, at the entrance of a plump little man, joyously excited):
Ah! Ragueneau!
LIGNIÈRE (to Christian):
’Tis the famous tavern-keeper Ragueneau.
RAGUENEAU (dressed in the Sunday clothes of a pastry-cook, going up quickly to Lignière):
Sir, have you seen Monsieur de Cyrano?
LIGNIÈRE (introducing him to Christian):
The pastry-cook of the actors and the poets!