I'm a sentimental sentry on the ramparts of reason.

I'm properly armed for trouble, now, so if I'm challenged I won't let my chance slip by me.

Do you see?
There are two kinds of sentimental warriors in this amorous world: the man and the nincompoop.

The one brings in his prisoner, the other merely howls for her.

So I'm all ready for the only girl in the world; and if she ever gets away from me I'll give you my house, cellar, and back yard, including the wistaria and both cats--" "You have neither wistaria nor cats--yet." "Neither am I specifically in love--yet.