domestic joy.

JUDITH (angrily). I would rather have a husband whom everybody
respects than--than--

RICHARD. Than the devil's disciple. You are right; but I daresay
your love helps him to be a good man, just as your hate helps me
to be a bad one.

JUDITH. My husband has been very good to you. He has forgiven you
for insulting him, and is trying to save you. Can you not forgive
him for being so much better than you are? How dare you belittle
him by putting yourself in his place?

RICHARD. Did I?

JUDITH. Yes, you did. You said that if anybody came in they would
take us for man and--(she stops, terror-stricken, as a squad of
soldiers tramps past the window) The English soldiers! Oh, what
do they--

RICHARD (listening). Sh!

A VOICE (outside). Halt! Four outside: two in with me.

Judith half rises, listening and looking with dilated eyes at
Richard, who takes up his cup prosaically, and is drinking his
tea when the latch goes up with a sharp click, and an English
sergeant walks into the room with two privates, who post
themselves at the door. He comes promptly to the table between