Miles. Do not keep me in suspense, Miss Clara.
Joan. What about, sir?
Miles. The answer to my question, Missy.
Joan. And what was that, I wonder?
Miles. I want my pretty Miss to take the name of Hooper. Will she oblige her Miles?
Joan. O that I will. With all my heart.
Miles. [Standing up.] I would not spoil this moment, but by and bye my sweet Missy shall tell me all the particulars of her income, and such trifles.
Joan. [Agitatedly.] O let us not destroy to-day by thoughts of anything but our dear affection one for t’other.
Miles. Why, my pretty town Miss is already becoming countrified in her speech.
Joan. ’Tis from hearing all the family. But, dear Miles, promise there shan’t be nothing but—but love talk between you and me this day. I could not bear it if we was to speak of, of other things, like.