Reba, go down!
(She crosses to door, shuts it, and stands with her back against it.)
Reba
Not till we've had a talk, Philo. I've a right to it after what you said two years ago—when I went away to school. Have you forgotten it? Shall I tell you what you said?
Philo
No!
Reba
You said you loved me, Philo. And I believed it for two years. When I came back you were silent. I've tried to make you speak—I've got in your way—I've done everything nice girls don't do—because—I love you as much as you love that! (Waves her hand toward the machine.)
Philo