[Seeing Hilda
Who is that? Surely, unless the books have lied, her hat
Came from 'Roulette's,' in Portman Square, West One!
A Twentieth-Century girl! The thing is done—
I need but ask her which way London lies.
[Kissing her hand, right.
Farewell, Rialto! Farewell, Bridge of Sighs!
[She goes up to Hilda and curtsies ceremoniously.
Dear Signorina ... Signorina ... Deep
In Bennett's fragrant works, or can she sleep?
Could The Five Towns have bored her? Let me try
Once more. Most noble Signorina...
Hilda (starting up).
Why, Who are you, lady? By your dress and ways
I think you must have come from Titian's days.
Gioconda.