Richard
Flustered.
Wait? What for?
Judith
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.
Richard
Look here, Judith, I apologise for what I did just now. I—
Judith
Ignoring all interruption.
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—
She pushes him towards the garden.
Richard
Protesting.
But, Judith—
Judith
Pushing him firmly.
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!
Sorel
Look here, Mother, I—