Roxane!.... (_He clasps her to his breast and kisses her on the lips._) CYRANO (_aside_). What pinches so my heart?.... That kiss!.... a feast where I'm the Lazarus!.... Sweet feast, from thee there falls to me a crumb, Since on the lips Roxane mistakes, alas! She drinks the words that I just now pronounced! (_Sound of instruments._) An air that's sad, a lively air!--The Monk! (_Affecting to run as if coming from a distance. In clear tone:_) Hello! ROXANE. What is it? CYRANO. It is I, Cyrano. I was passing.... Is Christian still here? CHRISTIAN (_as if astonished_). Why! it's Cyrano! ROXANE. How do you do, cousin? CYRANO. Cousin, how do you do? ROXANE. I'll come down. (_She disappears into the house. By the rear, enter the Monk._) CHRISTIAN (_perceiving him_). What! he again! (_He follows Roxane._) [21] Note.--"Un point rose qu'on met sur l'i du verbe aimer." "A ruby O"...., as above, may prove, it is thought, a good example of _equivalence_, the _i_, impossible here in English, finding in O a good substitute, calling up, if not exactly the very same image, at least a kindred one fully as good. _SCENE X._ CYRANO, CHRISTIAN, ROXANE, THE MONK, RAGUENEAU. THE MONK. She must live here--I insist--Magdeleine Robin! CYRANO. Why! You said _Ro-lin_. MONK. No! _Bin_. B, I, N, _bin_! ROXANE (_appears in the doorway, followed by Ragueneau, carrying a lighted lantern, and by Christian_). What is it? MONK. A letter. CHRISTIAN. What's this? MONK (_to Roxane_). Oh! it can but be a saintly thing! A worthy gentleman.... ROXANE (_to Christian_). Evidently Guiche! CHRISTIAN. He would dare?.... ROXANE. Oh! he cannot long annoy me! I love you, and.... (_She opens the letter, and, by the aid of Ragueneau's lantern, she reads to herself, in a low voice:_) "Mademoiselle,