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!
[Catching up her cloak, she flings it over her shoulder.
Last Miracle of the World, sainted, adored,
Divine Gioconda—hear me, I beg!