CARBON (delightedly):
Our hero! We heard all! Thirty or more
Of my cadets are there!. . .
CYRANO (shrinking back):
But. . .
CARBON (trying to draw him away):
Come with me!
They will not rest until they see you!
CYRANO:
No!
CARBON:
They’re drinking opposite, at The Bear’s Head.
CYRANO:
I. . .
CARBON (going to the door and calling across the street in a voice of thunder):
He won’t come! The hero’s in the sulks!
A VOICE (outside):
Ah! Sandious!
(Tumult outside. Noise of boots and swords is heard approaching.)
CARBON (rubbing his hands):
They are running ’cross the street!