RICHARD (eyeing him cynically). The magic of property, Pastor!
Are even YOU civil to me now that I have succeeded to my father's
estate?

Judith throws down the spoon indignantly.

ANDERSON (quite unruffled, and helping Richard off with his
coat). I think, sir, that since you accept my hospitality, you
cannot have so bad an opinion of it. Sit down. (With the coat in
his hand, he points to the railed seat. Richard, in his
shirtsleeves, looks at him half quarrelsomely for a moment; then,
with a nod, acknowledges that the minister has got the better of
him, and sits down on the seat. Anderson pushes his cloak into a
heap on the seat of the chair at the fire, and hangs Richard's
coat on the back in its place.)

RICHARD. I come, sir, on your own invitation. You left word you
had something important to tell me.

ANDERSON. I have a warning which it is my duty to give you.

RICHARD (quickly rising). You want to preach to me. Excuse me: I
prefer a walk in the rain. (He makes for his coat.)

ANDERSON (stopping him). Don't be alarmed, sir; I am no great
preacher. You are quite safe. (Richard smiles in spite of
himself. His glance softens: he even makes a gesture of excuse.
Anderson, seeing that he has tamed him, now addresses him
earnestly.) Mr. Dudgeon: you are in danger in this town.