MRS. DUDGEON.
(implacably). He will be punished for it. He will be punished for it—in both worlds.
ANDERSON.
That is not in our hands, Mrs. Dudgeon.
MRS. DUDGEON.
Did I say it was, Mr. Anderson. We are told that the wicked shall be punished. Why should we do our duty and keep God’s law if there is to be no difference made between us and those who follow their own likings and dislikings, and make a jest of us and of their Maker’s word?
ANDERSON.
Well, Richard’s earthly father has been merciful and his heavenly judge is the father of us all.
MRS. DUDGEON.
(forgetting herself). Richard’s earthly father was a softheaded—
ANDERSON.
(shocked). Oh!
MRS. DUDGEON.
(with a touch of shame). Well, I am Richard’s mother. If I am against him who has any right to be for him? (Trying to conciliate him.) Won’t you sit down, Mr. Anderson? I should have asked you before; but I’m so troubled.
ANDERSON.
Thank you— (He takes a chair from beside the fireplace, and turns it so that he can sit comfortably at the fire. When he is seated he adds, in the tone of a man who knows that he is opening a difficult subject.) Has Christy told you about the new will?
MRS. DUDGEON.
(all her fears returning). The new will! Did Timothy—? (She breaks off, gasping, unable to complete the question.)
ANDERSON.
Yes. In his last hours he changed his mind.