CHRISTIAN:
Hum!
ROXANE (aloud, with despair):
But this is horrible!
THE FRIAR (who has turned his lantern on Cyrano):
’Tis you?
CHRISTIAN:
’Tis I!
THE FRIAR (turning the light on to him, and as if a doubt struck him on seeing his beauty):
But. . .
ROXANE (quickly):
I have overlooked the postscript—see:—
‘Give twenty pistoles for the Convent.’
THE FRIAR:
. . .Oh!
Most worthy lord!
(To Roxane):
Submit you?
ROXANE (with a martyr’s look):
I submit!
(While Ragueneau opens the door, and Christian invites the friar to enter, she whispers to Cyrano):
Oh, keep De Guiche at bay! He will be here!
Let him not enter till. . .
CYRANO:
I understand!
(To the friar):
What time need you to tie the marriage-knot?
THE FRIAR:
A quarter of an hour.