CYRANDO, CHRISTIAN, the GASCONS, the MUSKETEER, LISE.

[The CADETS are all delighted to have found the old CYRANO again. They shout and leap around and turn somersaults.]

A CADET:

[opening the door halfway] Not a word! Such a deadly silence! I dare not look! [He puts his head in.] What's this!

ALL THE CADETS:

[entering, and seeing CYRANO and CHRISTIAN embracing] Oh!

A CADET:

This is unbelievable!

MUSKETEER:

[in a jeering tone] Ho! Ho!

CARBON:

Can it be that our demon has become a saint? When struck on one nostril, he turns the other?

MUSKETEER:

Well then, I suppose it's safe to speak about his nose from now on! [calling to LISE, boastfully] Lise, look here! [sniffing in the air exaggeratedly] Oh, heavens! What a stench! [going up to CYRANO] You, Sir, must certainly have noticed how it smells in here! What is it?

CYRANO:

[slapping his face and sending him tumbling down] A stinking bag of hot air!