Lady H. (nervously). See those men. They are still looking at us.
Nan. They seem to have taken a fancy to us, that's plain.
Plun. (to Lionel). One of them would be just what we want, I think—-the younger one, now. (Nods at Nancy.)
Lionel. It would never do to separate them. See how shy they are.
Lady H. (to Nancy). That one seems quite bashful, doesn't he? I wonder how such peasants talk?
Nan. Bad grammar, for one thing.
Plun. (to Lionel). What are you afraid of? Go speak to them.
Lio. I'm afraid to.
Plun. Silly noodle! Just watch me. (Advances boldly as if to speak to the ladies, stops suddenly and goes back.)
Nan. The big one is dumb, too; aren't they stupid! Let's go.