Nio. (in wonderment, getting C.) Not in Greece?
Dunn. (returning to her) No! We’re in London, the Capital of a little Island called Great Britain, hundreds of miles from Thebes.
Nio. You speak our tongue. And are you not a Greek?
Dunn. (L. C.) Not much! And we’re not speaking Greek, but English—though how you picked it up is a mystery to me.
Nio. We understand each other, that’s enough. What else there is to know, I’ll learn from you, now that I’m settled here.
Nestling up to and resting against him.
Dunn. (alarmed) But you’re not settled here! And it’s out of the question! (he speaks very angrily and Niobe starts to sob) No, no! You’re a very charming lady and personally I shouldn’t object to your stopping for a week or so, but I have a wife!
Nio. But you are Lord and could put her away.
Dunn. Oh could I! And she has an elder sister. Perhaps you could tell me what I’m going to do with her?