Tick. (Aside.) This is a good time for me to go and see Angie. (Looks in note book.) Cottage No. 3, Ferndale Park.
Gin. Beg pardon, massa, did you say show him out or throw him out?
Topp. Either! Use your pleasure. Get rid of him.
Gin. (To Spratt.) Do you see dat dooh?
Spratt. I’ll have the law on you. (Backing out L.)
Gin. Scoot! (Spratt exits just ahead of Ginger’s boot.)
Topp. Here’s a forenoon wasted by a pack of lunatics. (Pause.) What does this internal tumult mean? (Paces floor.) It isn’t the threats of that man. Bah, the braggart! I feel so light hearted. My pulse is bounding. (Feels pulse.) About 85. I feel the buoyancy and lightness of thirty years ago. (Sings snatch of old song.)
“I feel just as happy as a big sun flower,
That nods and bends in the breezes,
And my heart is as light as