RICHARD.
I thought not.
CHRISTY.
She wants to see the minister—at once.
JUDITH.
(to Anderson). Oh, not before you’ve had some tea.
ANDERSON.
I shall enjoy it more when I come back, dear. (He is about to take up his cloak.)
CHRISTY.
The rain’s over.
ANDERSON.
(dropping the cloak and picking up his hat from the fender). Where is your mother, Christy?
CHRISTY.
At Uncle Titus’s.
ANDERSON.
Have you fetched the doctor?
CHRISTY.
No: she didn’t tell me to.
ANDERSON.
Go on there at once: I’ll overtake you on his doorstep. (Christy turns to go.) Wait a moment. Your brother must be anxious to know the particulars.