Clytie. I know—I know. Say ‘ninety-nine’.
Otto. Ninety-nine.
Clytie. Say it again.
Otto. Ninety-nine.
Clytie. How it rumbles in your chest—like thunder. Otto, you’re fearfully strong, aren’t you?
Otto. Cly-Cly-Cly——
Clytie. What’s the matter now?
Otto. Love me, Clytie.
Clytie. Oh, don’t be tiresome.
Otto. Love me, love me now!