You may well say so. She was sitting on a table drinking brandy and soda as bold as brass. Of course he swore that he needed her for a picture he was going to work on--and, I don't know, perhaps it was true. Still considering what had been, her presence there was an outrage, and I shall never forget the quarrel there was between Charles and me. That was the last I have seen of Rosaline--she went flying. MRS. TEMPENNY. And was it the last that Mr. Sylvester has seen of her? MRS. SYLVESTER. So far as I know. But there is always the lurking, horrid doubt. You know now why I am not the light-hearted girl you remember, and why I distrust artists as a class. _Pause_. MRS. TEMPENNY (_meditatively_). I don't see why you should distrust Mr. Tempenny because Mr. Sylvester is not steady. MRS. SYLVESTER. Are you quite contented? MRS. TEMPENNY. No--we are too hard up, but I believe Rembrandt loves me, and I love him. MRS. SYLVESTER (_heavily_). Poor child. (_Enter_ REMBRANDT TEMPENNY _door in flat. He wears long hair, and a brown velveteen jacket, and is smoking a short pipe_.) REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. Eugenia? And Mrs. Sylvester? Why, bless my soul, how nice, what a surprise! Don't move--don't. (_Stands peering at them with his hands over his eyes._) What a charming effect of light on your profile, Mrs. Sylvester--how rich--how transcendental! Glorious! (_Comes down._) Well, well, well, and so you ladies have come to pay me a visit. Can I offer you anything? MRS. TEMPENNY. I called on Mrs. Tempenny to inquire whether you would dine with us to-night, and she said she could not answer without consulting you. MRS. TEMPENNY. You have no engagement, Rembrandt? REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. I am quite at liberty, Eugenia, quite. I shall be most pleased and delighted. (_Aside._) Another confoundedly dull evening, I know! (_Aloud._) Sylvester is well? MRS. SYLVESTER. Sylvester is always well. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. Happy Sylvester! Myself, I am a wreck. MRS. TEMPENNY. I want some money, Rembrandt. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_disconcerted._) Eh? Oh! (_To_ MRS. SYLVESTER.) And working hard I have no doubt. MRS. SYLVESTER. I believe so--he is out all day. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. Admirable--what industry! MRS. TEMPENNY. (_Aside to_ REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.) Rembrandt, I want some money--have you got a couple of pounds you can let me have? REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_affecting not to hear_). The hardest working people under the sun are artists, I always say so. Hard worked--hard worked! (_Fills his pipe_). MRS. SYLVESTER. May I look round your studio, Mr. Tempenny? REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_waving his hand_). Charmed, positively! (MRS. SYLVESTER _moves up_.) MRS. TEMPENNY (_insistently_). Rembrandt, all the neighbourhood knows the butcher summoned us, and none of the tradespeople will serve us with anything unless we pay cash. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. Well, we're going out to dinner. MRS. TEMPENNY.