Tick. Ginger; that’s a lively name.
Gin. Name, sah!
Tick. Tick.
Gin. What’s dat?
Tick. I said Tick, James Tick!
Gin. Dat aint no Christian name; ye’s done foolin’ me.
Tick. (Slipping coin into Ginger’s hand.) It isn’t Tick, but Tick goes.
Gin. (Bowing profusely.) To be suah! James Tick, Esquire (stress on Esq.) an’ Jack Spratt.
Spratt. (With offended dignity.) Robert Spratt.