Nio. Am I then his slave?
Tomp. Say rather I am yours.
Niobe advances C.; Tompkins to her as Dunn goes up to Carrie—reconciliation business.
Tomp. Oh filtatese gewnaikos omma kai dommas,
ekk s’aelptose, oupot opsesthai, dokone.
Nio. Ekkeis fthonosdy mee genoito tone theone.
They turn back to audience, Tompkins half embracing her; enter Sillocks, Beatrice, Hattie and Innings R., from hallway.
Sill. (up R. C.) Hallo! What’s this? A fancy dress ball?
Corn. (L.) Oh no! A new metamorphosis for a modern Ovid. This lady is the real article, warranted three thousand years in bottle.
Sillocks and Beatrice cross to L., and Niobe and Tompkins go up C.
Hat. (L.) Oh, Corney, what a stretch!