They're all so still... And then—my fancy boggles
To see not one who's wearing motor-goggles!
How can I get among them?
Hilda.
You must jump Down there.
Gioconda.
But that would mean a dreadful bump!
Hilda.
You want to go from fifteen-sixty sheer
To nineteen-twenty. 'Tis a jump, my dear...
And so—farewell! I come, I come at last—
O fire and sound and perfumes of the Past!
[She goes out quickly, right.
Gioconda.
Her eyes were green. However hard he tries,
Pandolfo never can resist green eyes.
I know he'll die for her and not for me.
Why did I let her go? It shall not be!