Judith has been flirting with Richard and enjoying his attentions. He
There come moments in life when it is necessary to be honest--absolutely honest. I’ve trained myself always to shun the underhand methods other women so often employ--the truth must be faced fair and square [...] Dear Richard, you want to spare me, I know--you’re so chivalrous; but it’s no use. After all, as I said before, David has been a good husband to me, according to his lights. This may, of course, break him up rather, but it can’t be helped. I wonder--oh, I wonder how he’ll take it! They say suffering’s good for writers, it strengthens their psychology. Oh, my poor, poor David! Never mind. You’d better go out into the garden and wait [...] For me, Richard, for me. I will come to you later. Wait in the summer-house. 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 [...] 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--
Noel Coward. Hay Fever. London: Samuel French Acting Edition. p.35.