Tom (sticks his head out from l. Aside.) O Nat! indeed, you owe Nat nothing for flowers. The mean sneak! (Retires.)
Nat (coming forward). Now, this is what I call luck, Kitty. I heard you were here, and I think I've taken the wind out of Tom Larcom's sails to-night. No doubt he's tramping off to your house to find nobody at home. Ha, ha! had him there. (Tom creeps out, and gets behind tree.)
Kitty. And so I am indebted to you for all these pretty flowers.
Nat. Oh! never mind the posies, Kitty. I have something very serious to say to you to-night. (Sits beside her r.)
Kitty. Very, very serious, Nat?
Nat. As serious, Kitty, as though I were a prisoner at the bar waiting my sentence.
Tom. Ah! in that case, there should be a full bench, Kitty. (Comes round and sits on bench, l.)
Nat. The deuce! Tom Larcom, what brought you here?
Tom. I came to court; that is, to see justice done you.
Nat. You be hanged!