Corn. (rises and goes step to R.; aside) Can she have confided the affair to Peter, and is this just simplicity, or only cunning?
Nio. If you like best conversing with yourself, I shall not miss your chatter.
Corn. (quickly recovering himself) I beg your pardon! She isn’t such a fool; (sits again, crosses legs) Excuse me. You find a great change, I suppose?
Nio. Ah yes! All things are changed, even men are not as they were. Why do you hide your legs in those loose sleeves?
Corn. (looks at his trousers, tries to hide his legs—aside) She must have lived among the savages, she’s a Highlander perhaps! I thought you belonged to Cambridge.
Nio. I was born in Athens, but I left it when I married.
Corn. (R. C.) You are married then?
Nio. (beginning to cry) I was! Oh—Amphion! (cries on footstool)
Corn. Oh! I beg your pardon—your husband is dead? (stooping to speak to her)
Nio. More years than I can count. (sobbing)