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The Devil’s Disciple
UNCLE
WILLIAM
(
encouragingly). That’s right: that’s right.
We know who you are; but we are willing to be kind to you
if you are a good girl and deserve it. We are all equal before
the Throne.
This republican sentiment does not please the women, who are
convinced that the Throne is precisely the place where their su-
periority, often questioned in this world, will be recognized and
rewarded.
CHRISTY
(
at the window). Here’s Dick.
Anderson and Hawkins look round sociably. Essie, with a gleam
of interest breaking through her misery, looks up. Christy grins
and gapes expectantly at the door. The rest are petrified with the
intensity of their sense of Virtue menaced with outrage by the
approach of flaunting Vice. The reprobate appears in the door-
way, graced beyond his alleged merits by the morning sunlight.
He is certainly the best looking member of the family; but his
expression is reckless and sardonic, his manner defiant and sa-
tirical, his dress picturesquely careless. Only his forehead and
mouth betray an extraordinary steadfastness, and his eyes are
the eyes of a fanatic.
RICHARD
(
on the threshold, taking off his hat). Ladies and
gentlemen: your servant, your very humble servant. (
With
this comprehensive insult, he throws his hat to Christy with a
suddenness that makes him jump like a negligent wicket keeper,
and comes into the middle of the room, where he turns and
deliberately surveys the company.) How happy you all look!
how glad to see me! (
He turns towards Mrs. Dudgeon’s chair;
and his lip rolls up horribly from his dog tooth as he meets her
look of undisguised hatred.) Well, mother: keeping up appear-
ances as usual? that’s right, that’s right. (
Judith pointedly moves
away from his neighborhood to the other side of the kitchen,
holding her skirt instinctively as if to save it from contamina-
tion. Uncle Titus promptly marks his approval of her action by
rising from the sofa, and placing a chair for her to sit down
upon.) What! Uncle William! I haven’t seen you since you
gave up drinking. (
Poor Uncle William, shamed, would pro-
test; but Richard claps him heartily on his shoulder, adding)
you have given it up, haven’t you? (
releasing him with a play-
ful push) of course you have: quite right too; you overdid it.
(
He turns away from Uncle William and makes for the sofa.)
And now, where is that upright horsedealer Uncle Titus?
Uncle Titus: come forth. (
He comes upon him holding the
chair as Judith sits down.) As usual, looking after the ladies.
UNCLE TITUS
(
indignantly). Be ashamed of yourself, sir—
RICHARD
(
interrupting him and shaking his hand in spite of
him). I am: I am; but I am proud of my uncle—proud of all
my relatives (
again surveying them) who could look at them
and not be proud and joyful? (
Uncle Titus, overborne, resumes
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his seat on the sofa. Richard turns to the table.) Ah, Mr. Ander-
son, still at the good work, still shepherding them. Keep them
up to the mark, minister, keep them up to the mark. Come!
(
with a spring he seats himself on the table and takes up the de-
canter) clink a glass with me, Pastor, for the sake of old times.
ANDERSON
. You know, I think, Mr. Dudgeon, that I do
not drink before dinner.
RICHARD
. You will,
some day, Pastor: Uncle William used
to drink before breakfast. Come: it will give your sermons
unction. (
He smells the wine and makes a wry face.) But do
not begin on my mother’s company sherry. I stole some when
I was six years old; and I have been a temperate man ever
since. (
He puts the decanter down and changes the subject.) So
I
hear you are married, Pastor, and that your wife has a most
ungodly allowance of good looks.
ANDERSON
(
quietly indicating Judith). Sir: you are in the
presence of my wife. (
Judith rises and stands with stony pro-
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