ANDERSON. My dear, I am afraid he will be thinking more of his
own danger than of mine.

JUDITH. Stop; or I shall hate you.

ANDERSON (remonstrating). Come, am I to leave you if you talk
like this! your senses. (He turns to Essie.) Essie.

ESSIE (eagerly rising and drying her eyes). Yes?

ANDERSON. Just wait outside a moment, like a good girl: Mrs.
Anderson is not well. (Essie looks doubtful.) Never fear: I'll
come to you presently; and I'll go to Dick.

ESSIE. You are sure you will go to him? (Whispering.) You won't
let her prevent you?

ANDERSON (smiling). No, no: it's all right. All right. (She
goes.) That's a good girl. (He closes the door, and returns to
Judith.)

JUDITH (seated--rigid). You are going to your death.

ANDERSON (quaintly). Then I shall go in my best coat, dear. (He
turns to the press, beginning to take off his coat.) Where--? (He
stares at the empty nail for a moment; then looks quickly round
to the fire; strides across to it; and lifts Richard's coat.)
Why, my dear, it seems that he has gone in my best coat.

JUDITH (still motionless). Yes.