“Bricks, sir? I see no such name here.”
“Oh, you must be mistaken—look again.”
“No, sir, indeed there is no such name. I can’t allow you to pass up.”
“What! not Nicks?” we repeat, indignantly.
“Nicks, did you say, sir?”
“Yes, to be sure.”
“Oh, yes, I have that name; but you said Bricks.”
“No, I did not,” growl we.
“Well, sir, I suppose it is all right; but if Mr. Nicks comes, you must come out.”
“Of course,” we reply, ironically, as we push the curtain on one side, and up we go.