SWINDON.
Silence, sir.
THE SERGEANT.
(shouting). Silence.
RICHARD.
(impatiently). Yah! (To Christy) He wants to know am I Minister Anderson. Tell him, and stop grinning like a zany.
CHRISTY.
(grinning more than ever). YOU Pastor Anderson! (To Swindon) Why, Mr. Anderson’s a minister—-a very good man; and Dick’s a bad character: the respectable people won’t speak to him. He’s the bad brother: I’m the good one, (The officers laugh outright. The soldiers grin.)
SWINDON.
Who arrested this man?
THE SERGEANT.
I did, sir. I found him in the minister’s house, sitting at tea with the lady with his coat off, quite at home. If he isn’t married to her, he ought to be.
SWINDON.
Did he answer to the minister’s name?
THE SERGEANT.
Yes sir, but not to a minister’s nature. You ask the chaplain, sir.
SWINDON.
(to Richard, threateningly). So, sir, you have attempted to cheat us. And your name is Richard Dudgeon?
RICHARD.
You’ve found it out at last, have you?