Ah! Here she is—good morning, Miss Mifton!
Nio. (on steps, waving her hands) Hail to you! (comes down) Where is he whom they call master? The lord of this house?
Corn. (aside) Umph! A poetic blank verse kind of character—(aloud) Oh, Peter!
Nio. (fondly) Ah! Petramos!
Goes down L. in front of couch.
Corn. Yes, if you put it that way; he’ll be here in a moment, Miss Mifton. Make yourself at home; take a chair, be seated.
He goes to L. of table; his back to her as if to offer chair.
Nio. Nay, I am easier thus.
Flops on floor with head supported on footstool; Corney turns and sees her on floor; staggered! he puts up eye glass.
Corn. (aside) She’s a decidedly eccentric creature—I hardly know how to begin with her; (aloud—stooping down) I hope you find no trouble with the children.