(Putting on a bib necklace) How beautifu...

(Putting on a bib necklace) How beautiful you make me. What might Solomon have sung had he seen this? (Putting up a mirror, unable to look). I can’t. I’d turn to salt. I’ve lost again. I’m done, for now. Well, there’ll be other Christmases. (Picking up another elaborate necklace) I’d hang you from the nipples but you’d shock the children. They kissed sweetly, didn’t they? I’ll have him next time. I can wait. (Picking up a crown) Ah, there you are; my comfort and my company. We’re locked in for another year: four seasons more. Oh, what a desolation, what a life’s work. (Putting it on as Geoffrey enters) Is it too much? Be sure to squint as you approach. You may be blinded by my beauty.