Hilda.
See, how it fits! I couldn't do without it.
Gioconda.
Right-o! Then, that's that: good. But if you carry
A diary, jot down, 'Next Spring, marry Harry'—
You might forget. You've got a diary?
Hilda (bringing a small diary from her bag).
Look— I did blush—buying an engagement-book!
Gioconda.
Well, how's the enemy? Good Lord! what a shock!
D'you know, old bean, it's more than five o'clock?
Hilda.