Rhoda.
So as not to—hinder him.
Mrs. Beeler.
Caressing her.
There, you have taken what I said too seriously. It was only a sick woman's imagination.
Rhoda.
No, it was the truth. You see it, though you try not to. Even Uncle Abe sees it. Just when Mr. Michaelis most needs his strength, weakness has come upon him.
Mrs. Beeler.
You mean—?
She hesitates.