(He sits by the buffet; the girl pours some out for him.)

CRIES (from all the audience, at the entrance of a plump little man, joyously
excited):
Ah! Ragueneau!

LIGNIERE (to Christian):
'Tis the famous tavern-keeper Ragueneau.

RAGUENEAU (dressed in the Sunday clothes of a pastry-cook, going up quickly to
Ligniere):
Sir, have you seen Monsieur de Cyrano?

LIGNIERE (introducing him to Christian):
The pastry-cook of the actors and the poets!

RAGUENEAU (overcome):
You do me too great honor. . .

LIGNIERE:
Nay, hold your peace, Maecenas that you are!

RAGUENEAU:
True, these gentlemen employ me. . .

LIGNIERE:
On credit!
He is himself a poet of a pretty talent. . .

RAGUENEAU: