CYRANO, LE BRET and the DUENNA.

[The DUENNA goes out.]

DUENNA:

[with a low bow] I was asked to find out where a certain lady could see her heroic cousin in private.

CYRANO:

[overwhelmed] See me?

DUENNA:

[curtsying] Yes, Sir. She has some things to tell you.

CYRANO:

Some things to…

DUENNA:

[still curtsying] Yes, Sir, private matters.

CYRANO:

[staggering] Ah, my God!

DUENNA:

Early tomorrow morning, we will go to hear mass at Saint-Roch.

CYRANO:

[leaning against LE BRET] My God!

DUENNA:

And after mass, where can we meet you for a talk?

CYRANO:

[confused] Where? Ah! My God!

DUENNA:

Please name a place, Sir.

CYRANO:

I'm thinking…

DuennA:

Where?

CYRANO:

Ragueneau's bakery!

DUENNA:

Where is his shop?

CYRANO:

It's on the—on the—My God!—the Rue St. Honore.

DUENNA:

[going] Good. We'll see you there at seven.

CYRANO:

I will be there.