JUDITH. He said goodbye.

ANDERSON (fidgeting nervously to and fro in great concern). Poor
fellow, poor fellow! You said goodbye to him in all kindness and
charity, Judith, I hope.

JUDITH. I kissed him.

ANDERSON. What! Judith!

JUDITH. Are you angry?

ANDERSON. No, no. You were right: you were right. Poor fellow,
poor fellow! (Greatly distressed.) To be hanged like that at his
age! And then did they take him away?

JUDITH (wearily). Then you were here: that's the next thing I
remember. I suppose I fainted. Now bid me goodbye, Tony. Perhaps
I shall faint again. I wish I could die.

ANDERSON. No, no, my dear: you must pull yourself together and be
sensible. I am in no danger--not the least in the world.

JUDITH (solemnly). You are going to your death, Tony--your sure
death, if God will let innocent men be murdered. They will not
let you see him: they will arrest you the moment you give your
name. It was for you the soldiers came.

ANDERSON (thunderstruck). For me!!! (His fists clinch; his neck