Jack Yes, but you are prettier.
Maude (archly). Thank you, Mr. Hamilton, but aren't you a little rash? (holds roses to her face by way of contrast.)
Jack (critically). No, I think not, on mature consideration. Your hair looks like gold–California gold, and those lovely lilies! Who gave you those lilies-of-the-valley? (suddenly).
Maude (evasively). Why California gold?
Jack O, it's redder, and then, it is a native product. You'd be mad if I said antique gold.
Maude But do you like antique gold better?
Jack That isn't the point. Who gave you those lilies?
Maude Aren't they dear?
Jack (cruelly). Don't know,–didn't buy 'em. Whose tribute are they?
Maude "Tribute" sounds like a funeral.