Mrs. Beeler.
Don't be hurt, Rhoda, but—you have a wild nature. You are like your father. I remember when he used to drive over to see sister Jane, with his keen face and eagle eyes, behind his span of wild colts, I used to tremble for my gentle sister. You are just like him, or you used to be.
Rhoda breaks away from her aunt, and takes her hat and cloak. Mrs. Beeler rises with perturbation, and crosses to detain her.
What are you going to do?
Rhoda.
I am going away—I must go away.
Martha enters from the hall.
Mrs. Beeler.
Speaks lower.
Promise me you won't! Promise me!