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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 mer-
ciful and his heavenly judge is the father of us all.
MRS. DUDGEON
(
forgetting herself). Richard’s earthly fa-
ther 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.
MRS. DUDGEON
(
white with intense rage). And you let
him rob me?
ANDERSON
. I had no power to prevent him giving what
was his to his own son.
MRS. DUDGEON
. He had nothing of his own. His money
was the money I brought him as my marriage portion. It was
for me to deal with my own money and my own son. He dare
not have done it if I had been with him; and well he knew it.
That was why he stole away like a thief to take advantage of
the law to rob me by making a new will behind my back. The
more shame on you, Mr.
Anderson,—you, a minister of the
gospel—to act as his accomplice in such a crime.
ANDERSON
(
rising). I will take no offence at what you say
in the first bitterness of your grief.
MRS. DUDGEON
(
contemptuously). Grief!
ANDERSON
. Well, of your disappointment, if you can find
it in your heart to think that the better word.
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MRS. DUDGEON
. My heart! My heart! And since when,
pray, have you begun to hold up our hearts as trustworthy
guides for us?
ANDERSON
(
rather guiltily). I—er—
MRS. DUDGEON
(
vehemently). Don’t lie, Mr. Anderson.
We are told that the heart of man
is deceitful above all things,
and desperately wicked. My heart belonged, not to Timo-
thy, but to that poor wretched brother of his that has just
ended his days with a rope round his neck—aye, to Peter
Dudgeon. You know it: old Eli Hawkins, the man to whose
pulpit you succeeded, though you are not worthy to loose
his shoe latchet, told it you when
he gave over our souls into
your charge. He warned me and strengthened me against
my heart, and made me marry a Godfearing man—as he
thought. What else but that discipline has made me the
woman I am? And you, you who followed your heart in your
marriage, you talk to me of what I find in my heart. Go
home to your pretty wife, man; and leave me to my prayers.
(
She turns from him and leans with her elbows on the table,
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