No.
She watches him until the inner door shuts. She and Littlefield confront each other in silence for a moment across the width of the room.
Rhoda.
Forcing herself to speak calmly.
Please go.
Littlefield.
Drops his professional tone for one of cynical badinage.
You make up well as one of the Wise Virgins, whose lamps are trimmed and burning for the bridegroom to pass by. I hope that personage won't disappoint you, nor the several hundred others, out yonder, whose lamps are trimmed and burning.
The outer door opens. Mrs. Beeler enters, supported by her husband, and accompanied by Martha and the Rev. Culpepper, with Uncle Abe following in the rear. Rhoda hastens to her aunt's side.
Mrs. Beeler.