To cap it all off, I threw myself down on the (hard wood) floor moaning and wailing in my moment of misery before my premature death at the end of the play. Valmont / Matt did his look of remorse and disappeared off the stage. Siobhan, my silent woman servant, appeared on the stage to scoop me up and help me off. And trod on my outstretched pleading hand. Ooops.