Well, and how are you? In the pink, old sport?
Hilda.
I'm glad to see you, Harry. Do sit down.
Gioconda.
'Some' heat to-day, what? Even here. In town
Perfectly awful. Got a match?
[She tries in vain to light the pipe from a match struck by Hilda.
I say, Old thing—you really look top-hole to-day.
Hilda.
Well, naturally: I knew that you were coming.
[Gioconda pulls at her pipe in silence, pokes the floor with her stick, and shifts it from hand to hand.