GIOCONDA. It isn't done. You're absolutely wrong
In asking me to do that stunt. So long!
(She tosses the pipe and stick off, left.)
There! Did I play it well? You'd be my wife?
HILDA (sighing). My dear, you played old Harry to the life—
His gaucherie....
GIOCONDA.His noble self-command....
HILDA. The way he shifts his cane from hand to hand....
GIOCONDA. A nervous trick that shows how much he feels....
HILDA. All I know is—I'd have a man who kneels
And pours out passion in a style as rippling
As the best Swinburne—or at least as Kipling.
GIOCONDA. Then I'll now be your lady. To your part—
Woo me as you'd be wooed!
HILDA.With all my heart!