Twiggs. Do you happen to remember the color of said hair?
Topp. Yes, golden.
Twiggs. Oh, yes, some call it red! I’ll speak to Angie.
Topp. (Eagerly.) Angie, that’s her name.
Twiggs. And, as lovers are usually impatient, I’ll attend to the matter immediately.
Topp. I’ll be very grateful. (They go, L.) I’ll show you out myself, sir. Good day. (They shake hands. Exit Twiggs, Topp goes up R.) Well, that matter is in pretty good shape. A bad beginning makes a good ending.
Enter Ginger, showing in Tick, L.
Gin. Mr. Tick! (Exit Ginger, L.)
Tick. (Aside.) It’s risky, but I’ll try it. (To Topp.) Mr. Topp! (Topp doesn’t hear.) Mr. Topp!