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 like an avalanche.)
ESSIE.
(hurrying to Judith). He has gone to save Richard, hasn’t he?
JUDITH.
To save Richard! No: Richard has saved him. He has gone to save himself. Richard must die.
Essie screams with terror and falls on her knees, hiding her face. Judith, without heeding her, looks rigidly straight in front of her, at the vision of Richard, dying.
ACT III
Early next morning the sergeant, at the British headquarters in the Town Hall, unlocks the door of a little empty panelled waiting room, and invites Judith to enter. She has had a bad night, probably a rather delirious one; for even in the reality of the raw morning, her fixed gaze comes back at moments when her attention is not strongly held.