Nat. 'Tis now two years since I commenced paying attention to you.
Kitty. Stop, Nat. This is a serious business: let us be exact,—one year and ten months.
Tom. Correct. I remember it from the circumstance that I had, about a month before, singled you out as the object of my adoration.
Nat. "We met by chance."
Tom. "The usual way." Oh come, Nat, do be original!
Nat. I worshipped the very ground you trod on—
Tom. And I the shoes you trod in: that's one step higher.
Nat. From that time—
Kitty. One year and ten months.
Nat. From that time I have loved you sincerely, devotedly, and—