[Hilda enters, right.
Hilda.
It shall not be! Why did I let her go?
Harry will love her more than me, I know.
Gioconda!
Gioconda.
Hilda!
Hilda.
Somehow, after all, I can't let Harry go beyond recall.
I think of his good heart: I know how proud
I'll be to watch him through a dusty cloud
When his new car, balanced upon one tire,
Rolls roistering through the lanes of Devonshire.
Gioconda.
I too, fair friend, perceive with sudden terror
The greatness of my momentary error.
I mustn't let you risk the enterprise...
Pandolfo never could endure green eyes!