Capt. Ah, ha, my little beauty! you see I have returned.
Kitty. Like a dear, charming Captain, as you are.
Capt. Where’s that howid fisherman?
Kitty. Oh! you needn’t be afraid of him: he’s gone.
Capt. Gone, has he? and left the coast clear? What a chawming opportunity!
Kitty. Charming opportunity for what?
Capt. To tell you, divine cweecher, how I love you.
Kitty. You’ve told me that a hundred times.
Capt. Let me tell you a hundred times more. (Sees Grapeau’s coat.) Hold! what’s that?
Kitty. Why, your coat,—isn’t it?