No poetry? Then, so far as I can tell,
The Twentieth Century ought to suit you well...
I've an idea!
Gioconda.
What is it?
Hilda.
This: that you Show me how best you'd like a man to woo.
Gioconda.
I will, I will!
Hilda.
Imagine, then, that I Am she for whom you say you'd gladly die.
This is my room at Baystead: that's the street:
You must come in from there— [Leading her, left.
and then we meet.
[Leading her, left.