Tom. So have I, Kitty.
Kitty. You too, Tom? A pair of serious questions! Shall I get out my handkerchief?
Nat. Kitty, I have sought you for the last time.
Tom. Thank Heaven!
Nat. Perhaps—
Tom. O, Kitty, give him your blessing, and let him depart!
Nat. I am on the point of leaving—
Tom. Good-by, old fellow. You have our fondest wishes where'er you go. "'Tis absence makes the heart grow fonder"—
Nat.—Of leaving my fate in your hands.
Tom. Oh, this is touching!