Ah, Rhoda, I wish you had been out there with me. Such beautiful human faces! Such poor, suffering, believing human faces, lit up by such a wonderful new hope!
She turns to the minister.
Wasn't it a wonderful thing to see?
Culpepper.
It is wonderful to see human nature so credulous. And to me, very painful.
Mrs. Beeler.
To-morrow you will see how right these poor souls are to lift their trust so high.—
To Rhoda.
Where is he now?
Rhoda points in the direction of her own room.