Nio. (quickly) Ah yes! I am no ingrate; take all my love; you gave new life to me, and I am yours.
Falls upon his neck, embracing him.
Dunn. White Elephants, what am I going to do with her? (Niobe turns him round to R. of her)
Nio. (holding him at arm’s length) You are not much to look at; (Dunn turns away) but your heart——
Dunn. (R. C.) Now don’t count upon that. And don’t indulge in expectations that can never be realized.
Nio. Your mien is soft—(hand on his head) Have you a noble name?
Dunn. Peter Amos——
Nio. (gushingly) Petramos! Petramos! And I will love Petramos, as I have loved Amphion; and there will be no happier twain in Greece!
She has taken his hands, and now swings them about childishly.
Dunn. Yes—you’re mapping it all out, but it can’t be; for a variety of reasons: In the first place, we’re not in Greece. (crosses L.)