ANOTHER CADET (_shaking Cyrano's hand_). Bravo! CYRANO. Yours, baron! THIRD CADET. Allow me to embrace you! CYRANO. Baron, baron! SEVERAL CADETS. Let us all embrace him! CYRANO. Baron.... baron.... spare me!.... RAGUENEAU. But, gentlemen, are you all barons? THE CADETS. All of us! FIRST CADET. With our coronets alone you could build a tower. LE BRET (_enters and runs up to Cyrano_). An enthusiastic crowd is looking for you! CYRANO (_frightened_). You didn't tell them where I am? LE BRET (_rubbing his hands_). Of course I did! (_The street is crowded with pedestrians, chaises and coaches, all stopping before the door._) You saw Roxane? CYRANO (_rapidly_). Be silent! THE CROWD (_outside_). Cyrano! Cyrano! (_They invade the shop, pushing each other, and shower Cyrano with congratulations._) RAGUENEAU (_standing on a table_). My shop is taken by storm! and almost wrecked! Beautiful! Beautiful! PEOPLE AROUND CYRANO. Dear friend!.... Brave friend.... Heroic friend!.... CYRANO. Yesterday I had nothing like as many friends!.... LE BRET (_delighted_). Success, you see! Success! A MARQUIS (_running up with extended hands_). If you only knew, dear boy.... CYRANO. Dear boy? Dear boy? On what field did we ever camp together? MARQUIS. I should be pleased to present you, Sir, to some ladies who are outside in my coach. CYRANO. But, first, you--who will present you to me? LE BRET (_dumbfounded_). Why! friend, what ails you? CYRANO. Be silent, please! A MAN OF LETTERS (_with pen and tablets_). May I not gather some details.... CYRANO. You may not! LE BRET (_aside to Cyrano_). But this is Theophraste Renaudot, who invented the gazette! CYRANO. I care not! LE BRET. .... That sheet in which are found so many things of interest. The idea, it is said, has before it a great future. A POET. Dear Sir, I desire to build upon your name a pentacrostic. ANOTHER POET. I desire, dear Sir,.... CYRANO. Enough! Enough!