Act II

Wait? What for?

For me, Richard, for me. I will come to you later. Wait in the summerhouse. I had begun to think that Romance was dead, that I should never know it again. Before, of course, I had my work and my life in the theatre, but now, nothing⁠—nothing! Everything is empty and hollow, like a broken shell.

Look here, Judith, I apologise for what I did just now. I⁠—

But now you have come, and it’s all changed⁠—it’s magic. I’m under a spell that I never thought to recapture again. Go along⁠—

But, Judith⁠—

Don’t⁠—don’t make it any harder for me. I am quite resolved⁠—it is my self-appointed Calvary, and it’s the only possible way!

Look here, Mother, I⁠—