Don't say it. It can't be true. No woman could love so much as that. (Goes back to table.)
Reba (following him)
I don't ask you to love me. But let me come here and sit by you sometimes. I could be happy then—though I don't like to be still. I was going to a dance to-night.
Philo
A dance!
Reba
But I knew you were up here alone—and I had heard—oh, my dear!—that they were going to send you away. I couldn't bear it. I had to come. Oh, Philo, they shall not send you away! Dr. Seymour says all you need is a new interest.
Philo
To dance, perhaps!