The Devil's Disciple

by Bernard Shaw

RICHARD.
If all my enemies were like Mrs. Anderson I should be the best Christian in America.

ANDERSON.
(gratified, patting her hand). You hear that, Judith? Mr. Dudgeon knows how to turn a compliment.

The latch is lifted from without.

JUDITH.
(starting). Who is that?

Christy comes in.

CHRISTY.
(stopping and staring at Richard). Oh, are YOU here?

RICHARD.
Yes. Begone, you fool: Mrs. Anderson doesn’t want the whole family to tea at once.

CHRISTY.
(coming further in). Mother’s very ill.

RICHARD.
Well, does she want to see ME?

CHRISTY.
No.