GIOCONDA. I say——
HILDA.That's just it, Harry dear—you don't.
GIOCONDA. I came to ask you something.... (Producing a ring.)
Ever seen
A ring like this? Not a bad sort of green.
HILDA (taking it). Emeralds! I worship emeralds. They enthrone
All the luxuriant summer in a stone.
Do let me just see how it looks! The third
Finger, I think, is generally preferred?
How splendid! Won't she be delighted?
HILDA. Your dear Aunt Kate.
GIOCONDA.I bought the thing for you.
HILDA. Harry!
GIOCONDA.You know—a what-d'you-call-it ring?
HILDA. Engagement?