Do whatever she tells you.
The boy follows Martha out. Michaelis stands by the window in thought. As Rhoda reënters, he looks up. He speaks significantly, with suppressed excitement.
She saw the sun!
Rhoda.
Poor dear Auntie!
Michaelis.
You pity her?
Rhoda.
After an instant's silence, during which she ponders her reply.
I think I envy her.