Clytie. Will surely what?
Iris. ‘Surely lie’, dearest.
Victor. Felix, you scoundrel—how many women have you lied to?
Otto. ‘And you and I will surely lie’—I see! Of course! ha, ha—very good.
Iris. ‘When love is consummated.’
Clytie. Wait—Otto’s going to laugh again.
[He does so.
Iris. Felix is awfully clever. None of you could find a rhyme for ‘Iris’.
Clytie. Oh, couldn’t we! Sometimes Iris, A wicked liar is.
Felix. Oh, stop it, stop it!