Plun. Don't torment me, girl. Do you mean what you say?
Nan. (laughing at him). Certainly I mean it. What clever girl could not learn those things—if she really—
Plun. Really—what?—
Nan. O, if it were worth while!
Plun. O Nancy, is it worth while?—But no, we must not think of ourselves while Lionel is in such a state—my poor Lionel! Until he is right again my home is his.
Nan. (walking off a little stiffly). O, keep your old home! Nobody wants it!
Plun. (goes after her and speaks in her ear). I mean to keep it—and you!
Nan. If you can!
Plun. I can. A voice whispers in my heart!
Nan. What is the voice that whispers in your heart?