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?
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.