Iris. Ha, ha! Guess again. ‘Love me, Iris, love me!’
Felix. (Flying in with a pen in his hand) Here it is, Clytie, listen!
She came in the light Spring weather, Gay as a jonquil is——
[Iris laughs hysterically.
What’s the matter?
Iris. What a vulgar fellow! I could have strangled him.
Clytie. Otto?
Felix. Listen, Clytie—
And our two hearts rhymed together And our lips were one in a kiss. She said, ‘How strange to discover The lessons a kiss can teach! You have turned a child to a lover As a peach-flower turns to a peach.’
Iris. Is my hair horribly untidy?