Spratt. (Grumbles.) Confound the nigger. I gave you my card.
Gin. Massa is a little ’tickler; he doesn’t like cahds.
Tick. I’ve been that way myself—after staying too long in the game.
Gin. (To Spratt.) Name, sah?
Spratt. Spratt.
Gin. (Grins.) Jack Spratt?
Spratt. Impertinent!
Gin. Yis, sah; long name, sah.
Tick. By the way, what is your name?
Gin. Potts, sah! Gingeh Potts.