CYRANO. None; you have my promise. ROXANE. Ah! you are my dearest friend.--But I must go. (_She puts on her mask again, throws a lace scarf over her head, and then, in an unconcerned way says:_) But you did not relate to me your battle of last night. You must have been grand!.... Tell him to write me. (_Sends him a kiss with her hand._) Dear, dear friend! CYRANO. All is understood. ROXANE. One hundred men against one: you!--So, good bye!--We are the best of friends, are we not? CYRANO. Assuredly, we are! ROXANE. Tell him to write!.... One hundred men!.... You'll tell me all about it later. To-day I cannot listen. One hundred men! How brave! CYRANO (_bowing_). Oh! I have done better since. (_Exit Roxane. Cyrano remains motionless, his eyes on the floor. Silence. The door to the right opens, and Ragueneau passes in his head._) _SCENE VII._ CYRANO, RAGUENEAU, THE POETS, CARBON OF HAUGHTY-HALL, THE CADETS, THE CROWD, _etc._, _later_ LE BRET, _and then_ GUICHE. RAGUENEAU. The coast is clear? CYRANO (_motionless_). Yes. (_Ragueneau makes a sign, and his friends come in. At the same moment appears in the doorway Carbon of Haughty-Hall, in full uniform of Captain of the Guards; he lifts his arms on discovering Cyrano._) CARBON. Here he is at last! CYRANO (_raising his eyes_). Captain!.... CARBON (_rejoiced_). Our hero! We heard it all. Thirty at least of the Cadets are here!.... CYRANO (_falling back_). But, Captain.... CARBON (_trying to take him along_). Come! They wish to see you! CYRANO. No, I cannot! CARBON. They are over the way, at the Inn of the Cross. CYRANO. I cannot. CARBON (_going to the door and shouting outside_). Our hero refuses. He is out of sorts! A VOICE (_outside_). Sandious![17] (_Noise outside. Sound of swords and boots drawing near._) CARBON (_rubbing his hands_). They are crossing the street!.... THE CADETS (_invading the shop_). Milledious!--Capededious!--Mordious!--Pocapdedious! RAGUENEAU (_retreating in terror_). Why, gentlemen, are you all from Gascony? THE CADETS. Everyone of us! A CADET (_to Cyrano_). Bravo! CYRANO. Baron, yours!....