Tick. Long winded, trim in the flank—
Spratt. Flanks! that’s indelicate!
Tick. Delicacy, indeed; I’d like to know what delicacy has to do in this case!
Topp. (Annoyed and puzzled.) Nothing, it seems, gentlemen; what on earth are you rowing about? If you have any business, we’ll reach it sooner one at a time.
Spratt. (Vociferating.) I was here first.
Tick. That’s false, I was here first. Wasn’t I Ginger?
Spratt. That infernal nigger sent me away three times before he’d let me in.
Topp. (Stiffly.) We will consider you first. Proceed.
Spratt. As I said, lively disposition, good health, good stock—