Nio. And we will sacrifice to Dusky Dis; and pray him to take your wife to Hades. (pose)
Dunn. But I don’t want my wife to go to—who’s Dusky Dis? Some Nigger Minstrel?
Nio. The stern proud God of Tartarus!
Dunn. (disgusted) Oh, he’s played out long ago; there’s no such party—you mustn’t suppose the world has been standing still while you’ve been in a state of Petrifaction; we’ve been going ahead, and the gods have had to knock under.
Dunn sits R. of table.
Nio. (C.) No Gods? No Zeus? No Aphrodite?
Dunn. Not one! Except in Heathen mythology—why you’re a heathen.
Nio. I am!
Dunn. A Pagan idolater, and you’ll have to be converted.
Nio. I was converted.