(He gets up staggering, and raises his glass, ready to sing.)

CHRISTIAN:
No. Good-night.

LIGNIERE:
Where go you?

CHRISTIAN:
To Monsieur de Valvert!

LIGNIERE:
Have a care! It is he who will kill you
(showing him Roxane by a look):
Stay where you are--she is looking at you.

CHRISTIAN:
It is true!

(He stands looking at her. The group of pickpockets seeing him thus, head in
air and open-mouthed, draw near to him.)

LIGNIERE:
'Tis I who am going. I am athirst! And they expect me--in the taverns!

(He goes out, reeling.)

LE BRET (who has been all round the hall, coming back to Ragueneau reassured):
No sign of Cyrano.