Nio. Why not? Mother was as fair as Helen.
Corn. Our Helen! Oh! I don’t think much of her as a beauty.
Enter Dunn hurriedly—he sees them, when he reaches C., falls into low chair.
Nio. (rises on one knee as she sees Peter) Ah! Here is Petramos! And I no longer wish to talk with you.
Niobe rises and goes L.; Peter affects indifference.
Corn. (rises) That’s straight, anyway, but what she can see in Peter beats me.
Dunn. (to Corney) You didn’t say anything to her?
Corn. No, no! I’ve left it to you! (goes up, putting back chair)
Nio. (coming towards Dunn C.) He has perplexed and frightened me with questions.
Dunn. (C., turning to Corney R.) Now I thought——