re!

ANDERSON. I did.

JUDITH (sinking on the seat and clasping her hands). I hope he won't
come! Oh, I pray that he may not come!

ANDERSON. Why? Don't you want him to be warned?

JUDITH. He must know his danger. Oh, Tony, is it wrong to hate a
blasphemer and a villain? I do hate him! I can't get him out of my
mind: I know he will bring harm with him. He insulted you: he insulted
me: he insulted his mother.

ANDERSON (quaintly). Well, dear, let's forgive him; and then it won't
matter.

JUDITH. Oh, I know it's wrong to hate anybody; but--

ANDERSON (going over to her with humorous tenderness). Come, dear,
you're not so wicked as you think. The worst sin towards our fellow
creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that's
the essence of inhumanity. After all, my dear, if you watch people
carefully, you'll be surprised to find how like hate is to love. (She
starts, strangely touched--even appalled. He is amused at her.) Yes:
I'm quite in earnest. Think of how some of our married friends worry
one another, tax one another, are jealous of one another, can't bear to
let one another out of sight for a day, are more like jailers and
slave-owners than lovers. Think of those very same people with their
enemies, scrupulous, lofty, self-respecting, determined to be
independent of one another, careful of how they speak of one
another--pooh! haven't you often thought that if they only knew it,
they were better friends to their enemies than to their own husbands
and wives? Come: depend on it, my dear, you are really fonder of
Richard than you are of me, if you only knew it. Eh?

JUDITH. Oh, don't say that: don't say that, Tony, even in jest. You
don't know what a horrible feeling it gives me.

ANDERSON (Laughing). Well, well: never mind, pet. He's a bad man; and
you hate him as he deserves. And you're going to make the tea, aren't
you?

JUDITH (remorsefully). Oh yes, I forgot. I've been keeping you waiting
all this time. (She goes to the fire and puts on the kettle.)

ANDERSON (going to the press and taking his coat off). Have you
stitched up the shoulder of my old coat?

JUDITH. Yes, dear. (She goes to the table, and sets about putting the
tea into the teapot from the caddy.)

ANDERSON (as he changes his coat for the older one hanging on the
press, and replaces it by the one he has just taken off). Did anyone
call when I was out?

JUDITH. No, only-- (someone knocks at the door. With a start whic