(Her face
darkens into dumb obstinacy. She stares straight before her, and does
not look at him again, absorbed in Richard's fate. He scans her face;
sees that his rallying has produced no effect; and gives it up, making
no further effort to conceal his anxiety.) I wish I knew what has
frightened you so. Was there a struggle? Did he fight?

JUDITH. No. He smiled.

ANDERSON. Did he realise his danger, do you think?

JUDITH. He realised yours.

ANDERSON. Mine!

JUDITH (monotonously). He said, "See that you get him safely out of
harm's way." I promised: I can't keep my promise. He said, "Don't for
your life let him know of my danger." I've told you of it. He said that
if you found it out, you could not save him--that they will hang him
and not spare you.

ANDERSON (rising in generous indignation). And you think that I will
let a man with that much good in him die like a dog, when a few words
might make him die like a Christian? I'm ashamed of you, Judith.

JUDITH. He will be steadfast in his religion as you are in yours; and
you may depend on him to the death. He said so.

ANDERSON. God forgive him! What else did he say?

JUDITH. He said goodbye.

ANDERSON (fidgeting nervously to and fro in great concern). Poor
fellow, poor fellow! You said goodbye to him in all kindness and
charity, Judith, I hope.

JUDITH. I kissed him.

ANDERSON. What! Judith!

JUDITH. Are you angry?

ANDERSON. No, no. You were right: you were right. Poor fellow, poor
fellow! (Greatly distressed.) To be hanged like that at his age! And
then did they take him away?

JUDITH (wearily). Then you were here: that's the next thing I remember.
I suppose I fainted. Now bid me goodbye, Tony. Perhaps I shall faint
again. I wish I could die.

ANDERSON. No, no, my dear: you must pull yourself together and be
sensible. I am in no danger--not the least in the world.

JUDITH (solemnly). You are going to your death, Tony--your sure death,
if God will let innocent men be murdered. They will not let you see
him: they will arrest you the moment you give your name. It was for you
the soldiers came.

ANDERSON (thunderstruck). For me!!! (His fists clinch; his neck
thickens; his face reddens; the fleshy purses under his eyes become
injected with hot blood; the man of peace vanishes, transfigured into a
choleric and formidable man of war. Still, she does not come out of her
absorption to look at him: her eyes are steadfast with a mechanical
reflection