Tick. Can you furnish a written pedigree?
Spratt. Pedigree! I am making a note of your insulting language. (To Topp.) In short, they are just what you want.
Tick. Health is very important, but allow me—(Topp frowns at Tick who stops).
Spratt. Their names sir, are—
Topp. Bother the names! Gentlemen, I fail to comprehend the object of this interview. I deem your business absurd. If you have any proposition to submit do it in writing.
Spratt. My dear sir, the pen cannot do justice to my lovely—
Tick. By the way, are they mangy?
Spratt. I’ll stand this no longer, your language is slanderous. (Shakes his fist at Tick.) If I had you outside!
Topp. A vulgar brawl. (Enraged.) This is too much. (Pulls bell by D. F.) A row between two ruffians in my own house.
Enter Ginger, R.