Just nonsense. (Her face darkens into dumb obstinacy. She stares
straight before her, and does not look at him again, absorbed in
Richard's fate. He scans her face; sees that his rallying has
produced no effect; and gives it up, making no further effort to
conceal his anxiety.) I wish I knew what has frightened you so.
Was there a struggle? Did he fight?

JUDITH. No. He smiled.

ANDERSON. Did he realise his danger, do you think?

JUDITH. He realised yours.

ANDERSON. Mine!

JUDITH (monotonously). He said, "See that you get him safely out
of harm's way." I promised: I can't keep my promise. He said,
"Don't for your life let him know of my danger." I've told you of
it. He said that if you found it out, you could not save him--
that they will hang him and not spare you.

ANDERSON (rising in generous indignation). And you think that I
will let a man with that much good in him die like a dog, when a
few words might make him die like a Christian? I'm ashamed of
you, Judith.

JUDITH. He will be steadfast in his religion as you are in yours;
and you may depend on him to the death. He said so.

ANDERSON. God forgive him! What else did he say?