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