ANDERSON. Did the soldiers make a mistake?

JUDITH. Yes: they made a mistake.

ANDERSON. He might have told them. Poor fellow, he was too upset,
I suppose.

JUDITH. Yes: he might have told them. So might I.

ANDERSON. Well, it's all very puzzling--almost funny. It's
curious how these little things strike us even in the most--
(he breaks of and begins putting on Richard's coat) I'd
better take him his own coat. I know what he'll say--(imitating
Richard's sardonic manner) "Anxious about my soul, Pastor, and
also about your best coat." Eh?

JUDITH. Yes, that is just what he will say to you. (Vacantly.) It
doesn't matter: I shall never see either of you again.

ANDERSON (rallying her). Oh pooh, pooh, pooh! (He sits down
beside her.) Is this how you keep your promise that I shan't be
ashamed of my brave wife?

JUDITH. No: this is how I break it. I cannot keep my promises to
him: why should I keep my promises to you?

ANDERSON. Don't speak so strangely, my love. It sounds insincere
to me. (She looks unutterable reproach at him.) Yes, dear,
nonsense is always insincere; and my dearest is talking nonsense.