Gioconda.
By Holy Church, a pretty sport to play!
God shield you, Signorina Hilda Grey! [Exit left.
[Exit left.
Hilda.
Now—what's the time? It must be half-past four.
It is. I'll give him just one minute more.
[Looking at herself in a pocket-mirror, and making a toilet.
Goodness! I do look horrid... Will he bring
An emerald or a pearl engagement-ring?
He comes! I'll take pearls as a last resort.
Enter, left, Gioconda (carrying a pipe and a walking-stick).
Gioconda.