Judith
I’m stagnating, you see. I won’t stagnate as long as there’s breath left in my body.
Sorel
Do you think it’s wise? You retired so very finally last year. What excuse will you give for returning so soon?
Judith
My public, dear—letters from my public!
Simon
Have you had any?
Judith
One or two. That’s what decided me, really—I ought to have had hundreds.
Sorel
We’ll write some lovely ones, and you can publish them in the papers.