RICHARD. Because there is something in you that I respect, and
that makes me desire to have you for my enemy.

ANDERSON. That's well said. On those terms, sir, I will accept
your enmity or any man's. Judith: Mr. Dudgeon will stay to tea.
Sit down: it will take a few minutes to draw by the fire.
(Richard glances at him with a troubled face; then sits down with
his head bent, to hide a convulsive swelling of his throat.) I
was just saying to my wife, Mr. Dudgeon, that enmity--(she grasps
his hand and looks imploringly at him, doing both with an
intensity that checks him at once) Well, well, I mustn't tell
you, I see; but it was nothing that need leave us worse friend--
enemies, I mean. Judith is a great enemy of yours.

RICHARD. If all my enemies were like Mrs. Anderson I should be
the best Christian in America.

ANDERSON (gratified, patting her hand). You hear that, Judith?
Mr. Dudgeon knows how to turn a compliment.

The latch is lifted from without.

JUDITH (starting). Who is that?

Christy comes in.

CHRISTY (stopping and staring at Richard). Oh, are YOU here?

RICHARD. Yes. Begone, you fool: Mrs. Anderson doesn't want the