Topp. I shall receive your missive with pleasure.
Tick. (Aside.) Poor innocent thing. Not if I can save her. (Theatrically.) I will save her!
Topp. Eh, what’s that you say?
Tick. Oh, nothing much!
Topp. (Bows and leads way for Angie, going L.) I am delighted, Miss Twiggs—delighted with this short call. Potts will show you out in a minute.
Enter Gin. L.
Potts, stir yourself! show this young lady out.
Gin. Yis, sah.
Topp. And show that young man out, too. You black rascal, I told you to do that before.