ROXANE.
That voice!
That voice.... I know I heard it once before!
(She passes behind him, leans over the chair, without his noticing her, and looks over the letter. Darkness increases.)
CYRANO (continuing).
"My yearning heart has never left you once.
And I am he, and Death will leave me he
Who loved you, dear, beyond all measure, he...."
ROXANE (placing her hand on his shoulder).
But how is it you still can read? Night has come.
(He shudders, turns, sees her near by, moves as if greatly alarmed, and hangs his head. Long silence. It is quite dark. She joins her hands, and speaks slowly:)
And during fourteen years you have played this part of an old friend who comes to amuse!
CYRANO.