RICHARD. What danger?

ANDERSON. Your uncle's danger. Major Swindon's gallows.

RICHARD. It is you who are in danger. I warned you--

ANDERSON (interrupting him goodhumoredly but authoritatively).
Yes, yes, Mr. Dudgeon; but they do not think so in the town. And
even if I were in danger, I have duties here I must not forsake.
But you are a free man. Why should you run any risk?

RICHARD. Do you think I should be any great loss, Minister?

ANDERSON. I think that a man's life is worth saving, whoever it
belongs to. (Richard makes him an ironical bow. Anderson returns
the bow humorously.) Come: you'll have a cup of tea, to prevent
you catching cold?

RICHARD. I observe that Mrs. Anderson is not quite so pressing as
you are, Pastor.

JUDITH (almost stifled with resentment, which she has been
expecting her husband to share and express for her at every
insult of Richard's). You are welcome for my husband's sake. (She
brings the teapot to the fireplace and sets it on the hob.)

RICHARD. I know I am not welcome for my own, madam. (He rises.)
But I think I will not break bread here, Minister.

ANDERSON (cheerily). Give me a good reason for that.