Maude Old Grindem! You remember his side whiskers? I couldn't bear that man! He was horrid on Commencement day–wouldn't wait one second! Not one second! And Valeria, (she sighs heavily). Poor Valeria!
Jack (cheerfully). You looked mighty pretty that day. You didn't need any lace.
(She sighs gently and shakes her head.)
Jack (with desperate cheerfulness). And your hair was like gold,–and those lilies-of-the-valley! I remember I went so far as to think of Solomon. How is it? "Solomon in all his glory–all his glory was–was–Solomon was"–how is it?
Maude "Was not arrayed like one of these."
Jack O yes–"like one of these," of course. "Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these." You were a sort of female Solomon. Not a Mrs. Solomon,–perish the thought!
Maude (reproachfully). Jack!
Jack (still cheerfully). Who gave you those lilies? Come on–tell me now. This is a sort of anniversary when "all things shall be made clear." Old Bulbus?
(She braces herself with visible effort.)
Jack It was awfully hard on me, your just carrying my roses and putting old Bulbus' lilies in your Solomon hair.