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 which
betrays her intense nervousness, she retreats to the further end
of the table with the tea caddy and spoon, in her hands,
exclaiming) Who's that?

ANDERSON (going to her and patting her encouragingly on the
shoulder). All right, pet, all right. He won't eat you, whoever
he is. (She tries to smile, and nearly makes herself cry. He goes
to the door and opens it. Richard is there, without overcoat or
cloak.) You might have raised the latch and come in, Mr. Dudgeon.
Nobody stands on much ceremony with us. (Hospitably.) Come in.
(Richard comes in carelessly and stands at the table, looking
round the room with a slight pucker of his nose at the
mezzotinted divine on the wall. Judith keeps her eyes on the tea
caddy.) Is it still raining? (He shuts the door.)

RICHARD. Raining like the very (his eye catches Judith's as she
looks quickly and haughtily up)--I beg your pardon; but (showing
that his coat is wet) you see--!

ANDERSON. Take it off, sir; and let it hang before the fire
a while: my wife will excuse your shirtsleeves. Judith: put in
another spoonful of tea for Mr. Dudgeon.