Then Ruth came, and they wept together, and lamented, then Naomi came to comfort them.

It was all done in dumb show, the women danced their emotion in gesture and motion.

The little drama went on for a quarter of an hour.
Ursula was beautiful as Naomi.

All her men were dead, it remained to her only to stand alone in indomitable assertion, demanding nothing.
Ruth, woman-loving, loved her.

Orpah, a vivid, sensational, subtle widow, would go back to the former life, a repetition.