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[Lights and offers him a match.] There is a faith still stranger than the faith of the disciple in his master.

And that is?

The faith of a master in the disciple who will betray him.

The church lost a theologian in you, Richard. But I think you look too deeply into life. [He rises, pressing arm slightly.] Be gay. Life is not worth it.

[Without rising.] Are you going?

Must. [He turns and says in a friendly tone.] Then it is all arranged. We meet tonight at the vicechancellor's. I shall look in at about ten. So you can have an hour or so to yourselves first. You will wait till I come?

Good.

One more match and I am happy.

Congratulate me, Beatty. I have won over Richard.

[Crossing to the door on the right, calls.] Mamma, Miss Justice is going.