Tom. Etcettery. Same here, Kitty, with a dictionary thrown in.
Nat. You have become very, very dear to me, Kitty.
Tom. You are enshrined in this bosom, Kitty.
Nat. Without you, my life would be miserable—a desert.
Tom. And mine without you, Kitty, a Saharah.
Nat. I have waited long to gain your serious attention, to ask you to be my wife. Now is the appointed time.
Tom (takes out watch). Fifteen minutes after seven: the very time I appointed.
Nat. Let me hear my sentence.
Tom. Put me out of misery.