Gin. But massa—
Topp. Go immediately or I’ll thrash you. (Picks up paper-weight to throw. Gin. exits rapidly L.) I’ll have to part with that niggro.
Tick. Old family retainer, I suppose?
Topp. Yes, and like most heirlooms of no value whatever. He is one of the fixtures in the family along with our traditions. His grandfather was servant of my grandfather; his mother was my nurse.
Tick. It is very commendable of you, sir, to bear with his failings.
Topp. Well, I doubt it sometimes. But as I said, he is a fixture along with our tradition of twins; twin brothers have been at the head of the firm of Topp & Topp for three generations. When my poor brother died five years ago the line was broken. Now, alas, it is necessary to resort to adoption.
Tick. Very sad, sir, to see an honored old house on the verge of extinction.
Enter Gin. and Spratt L. (They listen.)
Topp. Your sentiments are very commendable, very! But, hang it, sir, you make too sure of your premise. I am on the verge, but not the verge of extinction.
Tick. What verge, then?