Mr. T. You have broken my window.
Topp. My window, if you please, sir.
Mrs. T. Your window?
Topp. Yes, madam, my window.
Mrs. T. (Screams.) Mercy me, it’s Mr. Topp, our landlord.
Mr. T. What! Mr. Topp, of Topp & Topp?
Topp. (With great dignity.) Yes, sir, Cadwalader Topp, sole proprietor of Topp & Topp, oyster packers. My card, sir. (Hands card.) You have treated me with great indignity, sir. I shall not forget it. (Going.)
Mr. T. All right, make a note of it, if you choose.
Mrs. T. (Pulling at Twiggs’ coat.) Josiah, we are undone. Run and apologize.