The blessed sun! I never thought to see it rise again so beautiful.
Rhoda.
Looks at her aunt, puzzled and alarmed.
But, Auntie, there isn't any sun! It's—
She breaks off, seeing Michaelis place his finger on his lips as a signal for her to be silent. Mrs. Beeler turns to Rhoda, puzzled.
Mrs. Beeler.
There isn't any sun? Why—
Rhoda pretends not to hear. Mrs. Beeler turns to Michaelis.
What does she mean by saying there is no sun?
Michaelis.