Scene 1.VI.



Cyrano, Le Bret, the duenna.



THE DUENNA (with a low bow):

  I was bid ask you where a certain lady

  Could see her valiant cousin--but in secret.



CYRANO (overwhelmed):

  See me?



THE DUENNA (courtesying):

  Ay, Sir!  She has somewhat to tell.



CYRANO:

  Somewhat?. . .



THE DUENNA (still courtesying):

  Ay, private matters!



CYRANO (staggering):

  Ah, my God!



THE DUENNA:

  To-morrow, at the early blush of dawn,

  We go to hear mass at St. Roch.



CYRANO (leaning against Le Bret):

  My God!



THE DUENNA:

  After--what place for a few minutes' speech?



CYRANO (confused):

  Where?  Ah!. . .but. . .Ah, my God!. . .



THE DUENNA:

  Say!



CYRANO:

  I reflect!. . .



THE DUENNA:

  Where?



CYRANO:

  At--the pastry-house of Ragueneau.



THE DUENNA:

  Where lodges he?



CYRANO:

  The Rue--God!--St. Honore!



THE DUENNA (going):

  Good.  Be you there.  At seven.



CYRANO:

  Without fail.



(The duenna goes out.)