Dunn. (coming back to R. of Niobe) Oh yes, with concertina sleeves; and harmonican puffs if you like.
Nio. As you decide. Whom have I in the world but you! (going to embrace Dunn, as he places arm to measure bust; Niobe attempts to embrace him as he puts his hand around to measure her; Dunn gets the measurement and bobbing under arm, goes to table)
Dunn. Thirty-nine. (writes thirty-nine)
Nio. Why I am forty times as old as you. I think that grey would suit me.
Dunn. (returns to C. L. of Niobe, bringing card form with him; he goes to measure her waist—she embraces him ad lib. He falls on his knees and takes measurement) Waist 36. (Carrie enters R.; Niobe gets over on his L.; he measures skirt and sees Carrie’s foot, she having entered during business; Dunn falls flat on stage, muttering measurement and gathering up loose patterns, pushing them into his vest.)
Car. (R. C., indignantly to Niobe) I had some business with my husband, but I can wait.
Nio. (L. C.) Oh no! We would not have you wait. He’s here and you may speak.
Car. (R.) You’re too gracious. I came, Peter, unknown to Helen, to see if you could not remove my doubts; and I find you, as usual, in open unblushing companionship with this woman.
Dunn. Open! Yes open! There is no deception. None. (rising)
Car. You loved me once, Peter.