ANDERSON (contemptuously--pocketing a handful of money). Let him,
then. I am not God; and I must go to work another way. (Judith
gasps at the blasphemy. He throws the purse on the table.) Keep
that. I've taken 25 dollars.

JUDITH. Have you forgotten even that you are a minister?

ANDERSON. Minister be--faugh! My hat: where's my hat? (He
snatches up hat and cloak, and puts both on in hot haste.) Now
listen, you. If you can get a word with him by pretending you're
his wife, tell him to hold his tongue until morning: that will
give me all the start I need.

JUDITH (solemnly). You may depend on him to the death.

ANDERSON. You're a fool, a fool, Judith (for a moment checking
the torrent of his haste, and speaking with something of his old
quiet and impressive conviction). You don't know the man you're
married to. (Essie returns. He swoops at her at once.) Well: is
the horse ready?

ESSIE (breathless). It will be ready when you come.

ANDERSON. Good. (He makes for the door.)

JUDITH (rising and stretching out her arms after him
involuntarily). Won't you say goodbye?

ANDERSON. And waste another half minute! Psha! (He rushes out