Lio. I cannot let them go!
Lady H. (tries to withdraw her hands). But if I work they will become hard and stained. I have never been taught—
Lio. Never worked before? Then I will teach you and share your every task. What can you do?
Lady H. I can sing a little.
Lio And you can smile. (He looks at her; her eyes fall.)
Lady H. Sing and smile! A working maid must do something more than that.
Lio. If you will stay with me here and smile and sing, you shall see how pleasant you will find it. You shall have no rough tasks. You shall have only kindness and happiness. You shall be like a sister in this house. These little hands will dispense blessing and peace. (Kisses them.)
Lady H. (draws her hands away and walks to the door. He follows.) Is it thus that masters treat a servant? (With dignity.)
Lio. Forgive me! I have forgotten everything. O, would that your station were different—or mine!
Lady H. (turns back). My station?—(recollects herself). But I am only a serving lass! (She laughs and returns down stage.)